A quaint dream

Dreams that can haunt you or your mind is sending you a warning

A quaint dream

It was a dream, quaint and quiet 

My senses were still, mute and mumed

What I could see, I can’t describe it

Though I know every step by heart

The grass was still, unmoving

As if the earth was scared to breathe

The sky not alive nor dying

As if scared to be whom it wants to be

I looked around without taking a breath

Sensing I should not be, just like them 

Emotions detached, though scratching the surface

Trying to find life in the dead

Hope, could there be?

A tree, is that what I see?

I run to speed and yet speed runs from me

Every single damn time in a dream

Right… it’s a dream it’s in my head

I can breath...with effort I appear 

Right in front though I instantly dread

Not a tree but a long, unholy dark hand

That rapes the earth and stretches its fingers

Silencing the sky and the land

No wonder everything is still

Something is inside of my world I fear

Feeling detached through my days

Pushing away everyone I hold dear

It’s this thing I can’t identify 

Nor can outsiders find the root

Feeling powerless a storm brewing 

More and more menacing it stews

The shadow of this thing grows over me

Sensing danger I run before it captures me 

As if the winds, sky and ground try to help me

It pushes me trying to hide and save me

But I’m in a quaint prairie

in a "there's-nothing-to-be-afraid" of dream

Atleast that's what outsiders call it

Atleast that's what I try to make myself believe

Nowhere to hide but in reality

So I wake up

And try again

in another quaint and quiet dream