Bleeding tears

I awaken from the dark space of my sleep.

From my thoughts nightmares leach.

I sit on the corner of my bed,

and let my tears evacuate my stormy eyes.

Nothing can be seen, 

as it seems the one who forged this scene lurks at the corner of my sleep.

So i cry, i cry not for a better dream,

I cry for peace, stoppage of this pain.

I am a drop of ink on a paper that is plain,

I have faded and not able to understand the ache that turns my vision insane.

I cry not because I am alone,

but the devil conquers and restricts my inner peace.

Reviews

[Kristallo]

"I have faded and am not able to understand the ache that turns my vision insane." Very thought provoking. I know how you felt here, waking up from nightmare, the source of it is so close in spirit its as if you can almost touch it. And you're not safe, especially within the confines of your mind. Is it that you feel like a demon is shadowing you, tampering with your well-being, while your heart aches for clarity and your mind pines for peace? That's what spoke to me here. Again, I really relate to this write. You had so much to say in these few lines, it was vulnerable and frank. Very well done.

[Wondering Mind]

A provocative piece of prose

[Cathy Wattam]

This is nicely written and full of emotion. I think you mean "my tears evacuate my stormy eyes" though.

[Wolfwind]

This piece speaks to me of the emotional cavitation that occurs when pain has become the addiction of the soul, and the mind is fighting to expel it. The dreams and tormenting nightmares are the rivers that flow from that tormented place.

Keep writing! =)
Aaron