Terror on the Streets

Terror on the Streets

A Poem by Honor'd
"

Make sure your mother is near to wake you up before the death bell rings thrice.

"
.../...
The terror on the streets is nothing but lies.
The Realms might have crumbled, but soon will I rise!
A dream-like paradise is right behind my eyes...
I'll become a bird who can touch the skies.

But why the death bell?
I'm trying to save you, can't you tell?
Are you saying these angelic demons exist to kill and impel?
Is that why I'm being sent to Hell?

The gate to Heaven is close, but I'm falling!
I feel like an old crippled man whose dying and crawling.
My face is moist and I realize that I'm bawling...
"Now, boy, stop dreaming! Your mother is calling!"
.../...

© 2014 Honor'd


Author's Note

Honor'd
Dreams are meant to appear realistic so you won't be able to distinguish false occurrences from reality. This is the work of the Demons, attempting to convince you there are demons in the real world, just so they can steal your soul and bring it to Hell.

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Added on April 10, 2014
Last Updated on April 18, 2014
Tags: Hell, Heaven, Realms, Death, Dreams, Demons, Angels, Fear, Sleep, Awake

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