Night Mares

its a poem

This can't happen. I mean I see you, but you're lying.

Noone can be like you. Noone hides in darkness watching dying

souls as time passes. You can't see past the eyes

of human faces. You can't read their mind or hear the lies.

 

One day I can finally learn to walk on my own.

I'll be in a dark corner. Waiting for you, hearing stone

crack as heat destroys precious road. I'll be

waiting for you to tell you that I exist. I see

 

Every little night mare. Your troubles. Your fears.

Mine are those eyes who haunt you child years.

Watch as my eyes turn red.

I am that monster hiding under your bed.

 

I am of those deadly creepers who live for flesh.

Come quickly and face your weakness. Shhh.....

I will be just a minute. If you sleep good,

You won't feel a thing or hear the dark blood.

 

It's rushing out of you. Now say I don't exist.

My time is worth the taking, but is it worth the risk?

You see, my soul is precious, like yours, I'm trying to survive my

way of life. So hold still, I will help you fly.

 

I'll give you wings and happiness. This can't be happening. I

am not real. I don't exist. You will not die,

because you know you can hurt me. You

are kind and thoughtful. Maybe this night mare won't come true.

Author's Note

it was sort of a story about one of the dreams i had. Its saying that you don't always have to believe everything you hear.

Reviews

[AbsentElements]

It gets through the point that you want it too very well.... It seems that sometimes stories are often better described in poems...This is one of them. Nice write.

[Eric Cox]

I like this a lot. Very nicely done.