Gabriels-Darkchild

A DREAM I am small, nothing more than a child, perhaps 9 or 10. I am living in house situated on the side of a large volcano In the middle of the night I am awakened by the sounds of screaming, thinking the worst I grab my things and begin running for the door only to find it already on fire. I panic and start crying for my mother, but my mother is not here, I know this, she has never been here As I lay there crying my house begins to burn and with it I feel the heat of the raging inferno. I feel the burning of my own skin begin but I can do nothing, I just lay there crying as the skin and muscle is burnt off my body, I can smell the co

A DREAM A desert, impossibly large continuing beyond sight in all directions. I am lost within it’s depths, searching for something lost an infinitesimal amount of years ago. As I am walking, searching, I hear a low throbbing sound, the sound of an engine of some sort. I look around and eventually I see on the horizon a jet, coming directly towards me. Salvation, rescue from this harrowing desert. Not so, as the jet gets closer it begins to fire upon me, shots rain down upon the dunes around me, explosions all around making it difficult for me to see. I search around for a weapon, anything to make the thing go away, I see in the

If you should fall I’ll pick you up If you should call I’ll give you love If you should ask I’ll do your duty If you give me a reason I’ll love you forever

Darkness falls across the face of the world like a thick mist, entwining the souls of those beneath it’s wings like the shroud. In these moments the world stands still. I can see the inevitable ending of all that I care for, and with that sight comes the terrible knowledge that I can do nothing to prevent it.

I sit in my grave listening to the sounds of the world around me. All that I seem to hear though is the sound of my own voice, telling me to awaken from my nightmare.   But whenever I try to rise, the pain becomes unbearable and I sink back into oblivion. The sound of voices. Do they come from within me or do they have a different source? Am I going mad? If not why can’t I seem to control what I think anymore?

I sit, I listen, I hear. I am everything I want to be. But nothing. I have many me’s, this is just one.

Life, the unsolvable problem. The unthinkable thought Unimaginable even by the greatest mind, For it is a twisting, turning road, never following the same path twice. A lightning bolt. Maybe that is the answer to that ultimate question of what life is A lightning bolt, arcing through the sky. From a distance, serene and beautiful But experienced first hand a frightening, dazzling effect Mixing both poetry and ferociousness, Calmness and death, pleasure and pain into one tremendous flash, And then winking out as fast as it came.

Life is like a drop of water, Glistening on the end of a single thread of string. At any moment it could fall, Smashing to the floor, never to return. But while it hangs there, gently swaying in the eternal breezes of fate It is beautiful and one of a kind, Never to be seen in quite the same perspective again

Whispering sound of footsteps echoing through my mind Who is it approaching? Could it be he? I have been waiting for such an inordinate time Is it finally coming to pass? Death. That thing which we all travel towards no matter what choices we make in our lives It will always find you in the end. Inevitable. So be reasonable, don’t fear it because that will not achieve anything except exhausting you and possibly aiding him in his mission Do not try to help him though He will show you no gratitude for your assistance The only thing you may get is mercy. A quick and painless demise in trade for your effort Do you deserve it?

I see your face, haunting me. Living in my dreams And in my nightmares. Making me feel. Making my soul cry for release. Why do you taunt me so? Why do I allow you to?