Dreams
I was once the sunlight,
but now I'm an wilted flower.
I used to be so bright,
now I'm getting lower.
Spiralling downwards,
muddled and confused.
Spiralling downwards,
deeper and deeper.
All the things I used to do,
are now merely fantasies in dreams.
The only thing I want to do now
is to hear a roosters waking crow.
Spiralling deeper and deeper,
unstoppable.
Addicted.
Crazy.
A maniac.
I want to wake,
but through this little peephole,
I can only see a single ray of light.
Just a beam,
but it lights everything up.
Hope.
A yearning.
A wish,
calling me.
I reach for it.
But as I'm climbing,
I fall,
I slip,
I tremble,
and I fall.
My feet sliding on the steep slope,
my ripped fingers bathed in red.
I grip a small ledge,
my last lifeline.
praying for an guardian angel,
anybody,
anything,
to shield me from this agony.
My hand slacks for a split second,
and then I'm hurtling backwards,
like on a rollercoaster.
I'm flailing.
I'm desperate.
I collapse at the bottom,
deep in despair.
I give up.
My feet stay planted in Hades's realm.
Away from the sunlight,
withering in the dark.
I wake up from this nightmare,
this thing that's consuming me alive.
I can't.
I sink.
Deeper.
I'm wrenched backwards by the iron fist of Satan.
Choking me.
Strangling me.
I fight.
Until there's nothing left.
