Dec 2014
The Woman In Black
Here I lay asleep distressed in the cold of blackness and perfusion of sweat dripping from the crevasses of my body
All I felt was the presence unlike no other in my dream world, lying within my state of mind, sub consciousness levels start to arise as I see this woman rise from pits in black with no mortal eyes, my body starts to shake, head, hands, and feet felt like a quake of hell that's going on within this land of dreams
So lucid, so vile, yet warmth came to me from the sweetness of her hands and voice, underneath was a mask of corruption and deceit ready to devour the life I so wish to see and believe that just one day I'll awake from the world within which I sleep.
No more dreams of this woman in black as she comes to me disguised to be a helpful hand, at heart a witch a devil of sorts, she tries to make it all ok with sweet words of aroma to make my pain all go away, here I lay and dream rebuke her from the pits of my soul out of the depths of my body outwards into this alone and cold world.
She keeps herself at bay in garments of black with a countenance held up high as the look of her soulless face withers away, as she preys and waits for the next soul to take...™
Here I lay asleep distressed in the cold of blackness and perfusion of sweat dripping from the crevasses of my body
All I felt was the presence unlike no other in my dream world, lying within my state of mind, sub consciousness levels start to arise as I see this woman rise from pits in black with no mortal eyes, my body starts to shake, head, hands, and feet felt like a quake of hell that's going on within this land of dreams
So lucid, so vile, yet warmth came to me from the sweetness of her hands and voice, underneath was a mask of corruption and deceit ready to devour the life I so wish to see and believe that just one day I'll awake from the world within which I sleep.
No more dreams of this woman in black as she comes to me disguised to be a helpful hand, at heart a witch a devil of sorts, she tries to make it all ok with sweet words of aroma to make my pain all go away, here I lay and dream rebuke her from the pits of my soul out of the depths of my body outwards into this alone and cold world.
She keeps herself at bay in garments of black with a countenance held up high as the look of her soulless face withers away, as she preys and waits for the next soul to take...™
This poem is pretty deep, you can take it many ways but it's only one meaning to it. Mainly about a man in a state of sleep where he sees what his mind shows him is a woman but in reality it's a demonic force of sorts in disguise.
