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Charles McCue Aug 2016
Dream, young one...
Sleep, young one.
For tonight we rise...
The unlooked for,
The unknown ones,
The anxiously waited on.
Tonight we shine blinding as the sun,
Though dark the night.
None stop our march,
No one asks us why.
Invisible and unmistakeable,
This dream you once believed.
Into and onto the minds tangle,
Worse than ever conceived.
Hear, we are needed,
Here we are hated.
Now suffer the sting of pleasure,
Safe in the arms of forever.
Charles McCue Aug 2016
I'm losing a fight i cannot win.
Why does my enemy haunt me above all else?
I can't concentrate, i stumble but don't fall.
Whose hands are these?
I cant seem to remember.
When did my feet become so heavy?
Where am i even going?
Dreams, dreams while i am awake...
I don't know whats real anymore.
I cant give up. i press on,
Unable to fight back
But refusing to back down.
Unwilling to yield, this enemy i know.
So cold... No compromise can be won here.
No discussion, no rational,
No allies in this war.
I command an army of one.
And now those i love, even in their homes fall.
I stumble, i fall.
Whose heavy head hangs on this neck?
Maybe some odds
Were never meant to be surmounted.
Fear takes over as i finally realise,
I'm sinking for the last time.
My strength gives out,
I concede this battle.
Not willing still to submit,
I position myself upright as i can,
Leaning as i must.
My eyes close for the Last Time.
I catch a fleeting glimpse of the victor.
Gloating, as my sanity crumbles
And i cease to think.
How gentle he appears,
How benign and sweet.
All reason lost as my mind goes blank.
And i once again
Fall, helpless,
To sleep
This is how i feel every night.

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