A devil stares me at night,
Standing infront of me,
Whenever I dream of darkness,
I know it will someday grab me,
Take over my mind and body,
As I try to stay numb to sensations outside,
For they push me closer to it,
Everytime my heart bleeds,
And I become pieces of chalk,
That absorb slowly its footprints,
In dark soot and viscous slime,
I try to sleep with eyes that close sometimes,
It comes closer everyday,
Near to my feet,
More than ever,
I can feel its hands reaching up my bed,
Or is sanity slowly diminishing from my head,
Past is future,
Or is future past……
Tag: poet
Galactic
The sunlight it kisses her,
Like raindrops at dawn,
And follows the trails of her curves,
She had the day she laughed,
The sunlight seldom laughs at my luck,
And mocks me for the distance in between,
It touches her and it glows,
The sunlight, it becomes galactic…..