Dragon's World Kanasi

When the light dims,

something is happening,

it is just before sunset,

and everything is bright and colorful,

The darkness comes again,

when the light dims,

shake in fear,

as the shadow covers the earth,

The shadow is a blanket,

that seems to grow larger,

as it falls to the ground,

covering everything in its path,

When the light dims,

everything seems wrong,

everything is more evil,

and there is more destruction, more chaos,

The chaos grows from the dark,

it comes right when the sun sets,

at the twilight before night,

and it will remain,

when the light dims.

I cried myself to sleep that night,

the night of pain, of suffering,

of blood and anguish,

there was so much anguish,

That night was like any other,

it repeated the same pattern,

the same twisted fear,

that kept me awake,

This torture is too much,

there is nothing that can stop it,

stop it from taking form,

and feeding off the weakness of my soul,

I sometimes wonder,

if that night would have been,

if not for the damned pain,

the damned pain that gnawed at my flesh,

Something is pulling me away,

away from this existence,

and I don’t know how to stop it,

it just keeps coming and coming,

That night… has haunted,

every part of my being,

and it will continue,

until there is nothing left,

Nothing left except a cry for help.

Tear it,

rip it,

tear it to shreds,

over and over again,

That is the only way to kill it,

the only way to stop the pain,

rip through it’s skin,

and strip away the hard shell,

One can only imagine,

what horror this brings,

this thing that feeds,

on human fear,

Tearing off the limbs,

using anything in sight,

yes, then it can be stopped,

and all will be safe,

Safe?

what is the meaning of that word?

when there is only it,

it who wants to kill,

Tear it,

rip it,

tear it to shreds,

over and over and over.

The path is laid out before you,

you have two choice,

to be good or evil,

to be righteous, or to destroy,
 

There is your sword,

go and take it up,

slash your enemies to pieces,

and never look back,
 

Everything is so clear,

there is nothing standing in my way,

nothing but wreckage,

but that won’t be for long,
 

Soon the world will be destroyed,

by your hand, by your sword,

a shield cannot protect you,

nor can your own belief,
 

Take up your sword,

make a stand,

defeat those weaker than you,

and never look back.

The life is being sucked away,

so that nothing else remains,

but a pile of dust,

is it your will?
 

All of the energy is gone,

it has left long ago,

left to the dark abyss,

left to the depth of your soul,
 

It has been sucked dry,

sucked to the last breath,

sucked from the vein,

until it withered away,
 

It feels like everything is worthless,

like this whole world isn’t there,

as the sky turns black,

there is nothing left at all,
 

It seems that everything is gone,

but there is one tiny hope,

one light, it is your heart,

the one thing that isn’t…

sucked dry.

There is much to be heard in summer,

even in spring and fall,

but when the atmosphere changes,

everything goes still,
 

It’s still in winter,

there’s nothing to be heard,

the snow falls to the ground,

and blankets the world silently,
 

And this is when the darkness comes early,

the dark seems to blank out the light,

and that’s what happens,

in this time, in this place,
 

Even when everything goes still,

there is still some sound,

but it’s faint,

it doesn’t want to be found,
 

It’s the stillness,

that quiets the night,

the icy snowflakes touch skin,

and melts into cold water,
 

The stillness of winter,

it shows us that the world,

can be perfect, sincere, tranquil,

it’s the time when the rest fades away,
 

There’s a cold breeze,

but it feels crisp,

like it’s meant to be,

because winter is here,
 

There is nothing else here,

nothing else to bring the noise back,

because all that is needed,

is the stillness of winter.

The pain struggles to hide,

as it makes its way,

to my throat,

words are trying to escape,

When will it release,

my anguish, the fear,

swells up in my heart,

as it grows deeper,

It seems to swallow,

everything in its path,

nothing will stand,

in the way of pain,

When will it end?

I want it to stop,

to leave me alone,

but it won’t,

The pain in me,

wants to be released,

out in the open,

so it’s no longer trapped,

Someone,

help me,

I claw and scratch,

but it is still released,

the pain… it is here.

Sometimes I don’t want to go to sleep,

for fear of what my dreams will bring,

there are times,

where I would wake up screaming,

Something inside me triggers,

it pulls at my mind,

please stop me,

from sleeping tonight,

I don’t want to see,

this nightmarish world I created,

it exists only in my mind,

I know that but I wish I didn’t,

It haunts me every time,

so I fight the urge to sleep,

I want to forget the dreams,

and forget that terrible place,

I drift off to a restless sleep,

even though the rain is falling,

I can still hear the tapping on the window,

even in this nightmarish world,

When will the dreaming end?

am I to forever continue this life?

there is never a time where a dream is happy,

but I know this is my world,

There is a sense of safety here,

a sense of peace,

even though it haunts my soul,

this is my nightmarish world.

I have a certain side,

of me that I will never show you,

because I am afraid,

that you will no longer be with me,

There are some deep secrets,

the deepest secrets are kept,

locked in a tower,

or in a cellar of darkness,

There are things that I have done,

that I am not proud of,

I  wish I could start over,

and repress these evil memories,

The haunted graves,

seem to glow at night,

as I tread upon the ground,

my soul floats slowly away,

There is nothing left now,

except the faint, pulse,

of what once was,

all that remains is my dark side.

This scratching, tearing apart,

is something I enjoy most,

when there are screams,

and the blood won’t stop,

There’s something about pain,

that I seem to like,

in the most maniacal way,

and it does not frighten me,

I am liking the pain,

there’s something about it,

about the way I forget everything else,

how everything seems to go away,

When my sight blacks out,

and I am alone,

it feels cold a damp,

the cold of death,

This pain,

seems to grow on me,

every time I feel it,

I am liking the pain.