Chaotic storm of nightmares

You entered...too late to exit,
When you see it... Kill it.
Or will you die? Evil...isn't it?
No use of first aid kit.

Red...black...red,
It feels like dread,
Unfortunately, I aint dead.
Bleed...pass out...bleed,
Life will leave,
No hope left to lead.

Death...some say its the end,
Some say the fun begins after it.
Close to the one way,
I'm on the highway,
Only question, end?
Or Hell?

I am somewhere,
Heaven is nowhere,
The gates wont open for me,
But one person will get there,
It is he.
The only one I will ever love,
Him, forever I love.
The ever growing sweet pain,
In my empty chest,
Still, wishing him all the best,
No, I wont find rest.
Not until I finish my quest,
Forget the rest.

"Hey!" a lonely shout,
Leavin a heavy doubt,
Echoin through the wasteland...
No one around, to give me a hand.
Soon to wake,
Cuz of another earthquake.
Its all too little, too late,
The beast is hungry,
Get outta my way,
I've got no stay.

Author's Note

I'm lost in the feeling sometimes... But this is close to it.

Reviews

[ANTO]

some pain we get so used to, that it becomes the only true feelings we have since we have devoted so much to it and let it grow like a huge fir tree in a garden of flowers - overshadowing and killing the rest. It can even invade our dreams. In the absence of other feelings we will be repository for a single one rather than be a husk of a human being.
This is a dark write indeed. They only thing is its about nightmares which arent real - so theres hope still.
good imagery in this one I.M.

[Dani The Unreviewed]

Thanks for the input :)

[Sir Harold Chesterhill ..]

Once again, my dear friend, you have torn the air from my pleasure center with your beautiful writing! Superb! Bravo! It reminds me of the time I was in Kafiristan giving a rather lengthy horsewhipping to a Panjabi boy to pass the time, and my attention strayed when a rather heavy bunter strolled through the promenade and gave me quite a burner, what? Unfortunately, she expired late in the afternoon as I had spent the remainder of my time practicing the ancient art of strangulation! Bully!

Sir Harold Chesterhill of Hereford
(Dictated but not read)

[Dani The Unreviewed]

Thank you for reading :)

[sereenaoutloud]

i love how you start this one.. "You entered.. too late to exit"...when we go into a dream or entertain a thought that we know will cause ups pain but its too late to stop the ball rolling once we entertain it!
Brilliant write Ethan! :) (totally my new name for you lol)

[Dani The Unreviewed]

True. :) thanks for readin :) (about the name... LOL)

[sereenaoutloud]

LOL.... everytime i see you name IM i think of mission impossible and smile... so Ethan it is ...for now!! :)

[Dani The Unreviewed]

LOL LOL LOL. Thanks :)

[dan]

This seems as if you are narrating a horrible dream. A lot of words that are active but not actually descriptive in terms of concrete imagery; hence the dream sequence metaphor. I missed previous chapters but don't really like reviewing books, can't maintain focus. A very thought provoking write. take care...dan

[Dani The Unreviewed]

Thank you. The chapters in this one relate to each other in one way only...they are all dark. Once again, thanks for your time :)

[A writer]

Owww...chaotic, but still powerful. As always, you got me amazed. Keep it coming.

[Dani The Unreviewed]

As always... Thank you :)

[A writer]

As always, you are welcome :)