When

WHEN

 

when will i stop being thrown into the brick wall of solid reality?

when will the dreams that come alive in the night

that storm the very breaches of my imagination come alive?

when will the nightmares of this crazy world die along with the suttle evil?

but evil is not suttle says the raven.

no, no evil cannot breach the corners of my mind but flys into the night raging!

weilding its solid shield sewn together with the thread of horror and deceit

when will the light shine through the shadows of night?

when will I be catapulted into the abyss of living?

i'm living with living

alone and impeached

with not but the velvet hand of a woman

and the sounds of my deepest imaginings to sound the feelings i get when the night reaches it peak and the dawn approaches.

the night's own darkest shadow appears just before the dawn

shine your beam on the darkness of the world

and make the monsters go away

so very far far away

 

Author's Note

this piece is a bit... odd... no?