Found The Light.

The colorful bands of magestical lands.
They're hidden behind the dark hands.
That hold your soul hostage. 
The hands which will guide you.
They'll guide you to darkness and sorrow
They'll guide you to hell.

They grip on your mind like a dark lullaby. 
You don't really mind.  
Cause just like a child you think you need it.
In order to sleep peacefully at night.

But as you lie,

In your bed tonight. 
You start to realize.

Those cold hearted demons 
Who hold you so tight.
Are no match for the magical wings.

That you've stolen last night.

From a dream. From a nightmare.
A fairytale died.

With the worn out fairy who lent you her eyes.

Now you're able to see all the magical lands. 

That  you've missed through the holes of those hands.

Author's Note

:). Very much written from experience.

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

This presents itself in a dark way... and seems to go on with the idea that the demons, which you face are conquerable... in the light of everything... I only saw one area of concern:

But as you lye,
In your bed tonight.
You start to realize.
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But as you lie,
In your bed tonight.
You start to realize.

[karina y]

Whoot. Thanks. I was so confused when writing this I forgot which way to spell lie. And yes that is the intention of the poem. :)