Morbid Dreams

Morbid Dreams
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He Awoke Forthwith,
Cold sweat on his cheeks,
The dream was warm,
With a cold Hard Twist,
The stains on his face,
A Testament; Birth,
Of teary knives skidding,
From Eye to Earth,

His Glassy eyes took in,
The Icy Glaze of the Environs,
Unable to Discern,
The Edge of Reality's Pylons,
Fingers trembling,
He reached into the Mist,
A Desperate Grasp,
For Comfort's Fading Wrist,

Eyes Open, He slumbered Once More,
A corpse writhed Among Sheep,
Only to wake, Finally Cognizant,
It wasn't A Dream,
The Mist was real,
The Devil had Come to Call..

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Sometimes, we live through moments, that seem dark and void of all things good. And often, we find that the dank gloom is not unfamiliar; maybe because dark alleys all carry the same aura of foreboding. Of course, in time, such moments pass, and things might get better. But, This is for those Dark times.

Obviously! lol