'It'

A little out of my Dreamworld

Its here, its there it surrounds me like the very air we breathe.

 It holds me tight not violent nor gentle, 

When it doesn't hold me it watches me with those eyes.

 Eyes filled with vast emptiness.

 I don't dream anymore for 'it' is within my dreams,

 or is this reality?

 Trees dripping with dark red blood,

 and strange birds soar through theses skies.

 The birds they whisper,

 they whisper to me in manlike voices "Die, Die, Die".

 Sometimes when I'm here… or is it there?

 I can not tell anymore.

 Sometimes I see her,

 she stands there distant staring at me,

 and i stare back we gaze in each others eyes for eternity her eyes filled with that emptiness the same one as 'it' in the other place.

 Is it me and her or is it me and it?

 I don't know my love I'm deeply sorry.