nightmare
within the black abysmal sea of night
a wraith begins to chasten every thought
whets it's blade to raze my dreams on sight
or things i ponder on that these have brought.
a demon mean impedes fruition of
the slightest longing. - even memory
that touches on those moments spent in love
is cut asunder, cast aside, debris.
destruction in it's wake, a hurricane
that lashes at the coasts of heart and mind
has found my bed...and left a bloodied stain
not robbing me of sleep. no dream to find,
crescendo of sunrise alone dispell
the phantom til night comes again, and hell
By moon spirit
© 2008 moon spirit
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