Subconcious Plunge Down the Stairs (Falling Awake)

about a slew of reoccuring nightmares i was suffering through

dreaming of bullets,

of losses and dismay

dreaming of fear,

and of being prey

dreaming of labrynths,

dead cities,

and ends

screaming, while dreaming

my whole life away

dreaming of death

and of being alone

of no one to reach for,

and no way to get home

someone has my baby,

i can't work this phone

the trains run in circles

chaos is condoned

why's my head bleeding?

and how'd i get here?

everythings dirty,

the suns disapeared

my lover is cheating,

someones shooting kids

for some reason we're running

and the sniper just missed

camp's as we left it

but thats where i die

(whats up with the rifles?)

then i open my eyes

one element,

reigning supreme

fear or pain

each evenings theme

for i cannot find solace,

even in dream

these things that plague me,

i cannot make them leave

not a second of mercy,

nor one of reprieve

Reviews

[Priest Rada]

Well now, welcome to my world . . . ah, but I digress.
I like the way the night terrors are written down like in a list. It is, in itself a dream. It gives you the feeling of going through it all as you read on. The first line really caught my eye and I was dragged along from there. Great work, even if it is about things not so nice. Funny where the mind takes us while we're asleep. Makes me think of H.R.Giger, Steven King and H.P.Lovecraft and how they created their art and writings from ideas that their dreams gave them.