Nightmares

I am at my knees,
Seeing in bright lines,
And tiny seeds,
Bury in my mind.
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I walk on the road,
And see the shadow pacing by,
Buggering a mote,
And whispering of candied flies.
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Monsters Plague,
A Nightly Rage,
So seemingly vague,
An endless train...of thought.


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Dreamworld, Dreamworld,
What can it be?
When can the nightmares stop?

Dreamworld, Dreamworld,
How can it be?
When will the murder start?

An endless parody,
Of my untrue self,
Whispers,
Hiding,
At the door,
Waiting sated,
For him to stop,
And me to Start,
An Untimed Rot.

Hurt,
And worried,
"Whisper, Whisper"
Can I find an open door,
To question not,
And pieceful dreams,
All to stop,
An Evermore.

Can I find the open door,
That does not lead to worry,
And eversoar,
Above the waves,
With no need to stop,
To worry finds,
My unrest mind,
And no needs that need to lop and chop.

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The devil finds his Worry,
Charged,
And massed upon the masses,
To seek and hunt,
The worried runts,
To find himself a game.

In me he finds a challenge thus,
NO apathy,
NO worry must,
Only hunger,
And freedom thrusts,
Hisself upon my wary door.

Sloth and gluttony,
He finds,
Are old friends,
Of the boy inside,
Wrath and Pride,
Are his designs,
And can no longer find the boy.
Where lust is sated,
Everyday,
And Envy has no purchase,
And death himself,
Marks the charge,
As his own to purpose.

The curiosity in the wits,
Of the old man of corruption,
Seeks to proposition this man's soul,
But refuses to lose his purchase.
Where there is no sin that is not there,
And virtue calls his name,
The sons of his brother,
Are like no other,
And can even recall his name.

"Whisper, Whisper,
Little one,
I have to know your name,
Where the ides did fall,
On an august month,
Will you play my game?"

"Sin and greed,
I hold no doubt,
Are mostly interesting,
But I Want what is ever more,
Out of my hands to gain.
But no I will not play,
And hold,
With one who took down my race.
Even if blood didn't sentence me thus,
I have nothing To lose or gain."

"Plenty there is to gain,
And tons there is to lose,
If you would only give me your name,
And tighten this here noose."

"I would give you my name,
But I have none,
And no fingers left to hold or tie,
But I can point you to a game to find,
Another with bigger appetite."

And ended the devil with his charade,
And tried to take by force,
What wasn't there to ever find,
No soul To taste...
Or touch.

"An end doesn't justify a means, Just like the means don't justify the end."

ISA