I find
That dreams
Are your ******* meter
To measure your
Stress levels
The wieder the dream
And
The more stress you have in your
Life
Don't worry
As it meNs your alive
The same as pain

Bully I can see you seeming
As you know I have
PTSD
You act a fool,
I will teach you a stunt
I will try stunt
As I glitter

Love is the
One of the worse
Tortures
As it is sweet
And you don't feel the
Pain until it crushes
You to death

As i lay in a cold sweat
Cold from
A nightmare
I feel dread
And fear
I try to
Tell myself its a
Pile of dog ****
Not real
But
I feel it was very real
As a bolt from my bedroom

the ex from
High school
Though not dead
Has come into the darkest recesses of mind twice
This week
As a murderous
And deranged
Hotel and airline owner
For
I have seen him work with the mob
His air maintenance
Painting his jet liners
With the blood
Of mob hits gone wrong
This is the same Islamophobic
Ex I had to deal
With in school

The eye is
The window to the soul
The eyes
Determine
Who you are
And where you go
In the here after
Looking the forest
Your see an eye pop
Out
And depending
On what you saw
And did
Its they gateway to
Hell
Ot heaven

They autumn eye are
Watching us
Day and night
But know to
Protect us
But to possess one of us
When a person goes
Startgazing
At the beach
During the witching hour
She is confronted buy a horrible
Eye
Watching down on her
The
Autumn eye
They of Satan
Will she be possessed by the demons
Of the past

The realm exists different
For people
One man's insanity
Is another's reality
Another man's hell
Is anothers paradise
One mana imagination
Is anothers illness
This is what the realm
Is like to two different people

In a broken doll
After my friend
Called me a racist slur
I see the hole
In the dolls chest
And see
The void
Pure blackness
Like that of a black hole
Full of nothing but hate
That void haunts
Me to this day

Ahhh the witching
Hour
The time when things
Are possible
But know in a good way
As you can see
Or be possessed
By demons
I wake up at this very
Hour
Every night
From nightmares
Of the PTSD  variety
Nothing more

As the leaves
And the vail
Thin
Into
Saoween
Not only does every
Thing does
But
The universe acts like social media
Where you can look up
Any spirit
And channel
Their energies
But it is also time
For demons to
Attack the goodness
Try to possess you

I have been around the world
Not just in this
Life
But......
In past lives
The places my parents went to
Or live in
I have been there
Thousands of thousands of
Years in reincarnation

Thunderstorms
How i hated them
As a child
As each and every time i was left in the darkness
Where i saw both
Ghost demons
And other
Evil things
To scare and scar a
Kid for life

I am going
To be s punk
Until my heart
Stops

I am going to
Be a goth
Until
My heart
Stops

I am going
To be a muslim
Until the very
Moment
My heart stops

The human mind
The human psychology
The human heart
Is ultimately
Where darkness dwells
And it well in all ove us
It takes one snap
Of the mental
Twig.
Just ask my mother

Another place
And muslim can attest to
Is that darkness
Also dwells with in
The *** bottle
Opening the dark parts of
The mind

As i swing
On my swing set
In the night
Before bed
I see a white fog
Come from our forest
The fog then rolls in to
A shape of a lab dog
The dog that was long
Dead for years

I don’t know
Why I listen to *******
Rap
When I am sad
Or stressed
But alas I do
***??!!