

Dashed InnocenceA small brown-haired child cowers alone under a flickering streetlamp on a cold dark night, while the wind blows by and all the human serpents wait for their chance to strike. A tall man in a trenchcoat stereotypically worn by kidnappers and school shooters walks up and offer the little boy a ride. Too scared to think, the wide-eyed youth accepts the invitation and follows the brown-coated man to what is supposedly his car. After five minutes of walking and having passed what seems to have been thousands of parking lots and millions of cars, the boy asks how much longer. The man turns around and grins a wicked grin. Then he envelops the boy iDashed Innocence


Soul StealersA swirling whirl of broken thoughts That clangs and bangs like pans and pots. Inside my mind where none can see Except for one, it's only me. Back to haunt me every night So easily I'm filled with fright. Like a lip that's split and runs with blood These thoughts assault me like a flood And pour into my open mind So very cruel and never kind. It's things like these that fail my sleep Want how I'm sane, their own to keep. I don't know how long I can go Til I begin to lose my soul. These thoughts of death, of mine and yours Rip through my brain like open sSoul Stealers


Sleep, DearForeign tongue is in my head My brain is going numb My thoughts are clouded, fuzzy From life has gone the fun On verge of full collapse As darkness overtakes My eyes are falling shut And I just need a break But then I jolt upright As old nightmares come to haunt I guess the choice to run Was after all for naught But again then I am gripped By a power I think me seeks to own I scream to fight the monsters But then see I'm not alone A lady bright and pure Has made watch over me Only through her presence Has peace within come to be &Sleep, Dear


A Messenger Sent by DreamA perfect figure Stands upon the hill He's waiting there Not moving, still. Dressed in purity And bathed in light He's as the sun He's burning bright The hill he stands upon Is a lush and verdant green Not a scar on he or land Is anywhere to be seen The image stops your soul And you gaze upon hisA Messenger Sent by Dream
wonder You long to move in closer And your eyes his beauty plunder But then you dare to take a step Forward in his direction The image shifts And distorts in your perception No longer calm, serene, and strong The man ha
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