Dragon's World Kanasi

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.

These hidden memories,

are all that I have,

it seems to be the only thing,

that’s weighing on my soul,

The lights around me dim,

they seem to fade away,

and the walls drip,

with a thick red liquid,

There’s something about this room,

that is pulling me down,

my entire body is being pulled,

into a black hole,

There is no end,

to the torment,

to where the hidden memories,

seem to reside,

There is more to this than you think,

when our memories fade,

we lose everything,

and then we fade,

This is where it all ends,

this is where the pain begins,

then the hidden memories,

can become real again.

This is the world we’re in,

we cannot change it,

not even the destruction,

can tear us apart,
 

There are some things that are not quite right,

some realities are normal,

they rely on us to make them,

and that’s why it is a harsh reality,
 

There is no escape,

no way out of this place,

this place of hatred and cruelty,

it’s the reality that we live in,
 

Sometimes everything seems so lost,

we lose our way,

and the world becomes distorted,

and the scene is now rusted over,
 

Why is the reality so harsh?

why do we have to live like this?

in a world so overgrown,

so filled with the fog of despair,
 

This is the harsh reality,

the one we have to face up to,

the one we have to live with,

and there’s no stopping.

The one I thought was near,

has been slowly,

drifting out of reach,

now they are over the horizon,

It seems like all a dream,

what we had,

but now it is going away,

slowly tearing away from me,

Why is this happening?

I feel my heart aching,

every part of me screams,

why don’t they understand?

It’s so complicated,

so irrational, I don’t know what to do,

someone please tell me,

before the drifting continues,

Everything is growing black now,

slowly fading away,

my memory of them spilling,

onto the cold, cold floor,

Something which was once precious,

is now drifting far,

away from you and me,

away from this plain of existence.

This is his story,

the day he comes,

it will be a sad one,

but also there will be relief,

We all face death,

whether we are dying,

or it is someone close to us,

it is all around,

He will appear to you,

through the mirror of dreams,

the mirror reflects,

our deepest fears,

This is the day, the time,

when he will come,

to take you away,

into the darkness,

Everything ends at some point,

it wouldn’t be life otherwise,

death appears,

to all of us sometimes.

My body feels cold,

like my spirit is somewhere else,

detached from my flesh,

floating around,

I feel like a corpse,

cold and dry,

skin breaking apart,

falling off the bone,

My blood still flows,

but everything else is still,

as if my mind is dead,

or elsewhere,

My body is heavy,

I try to lift my arm,

but nothing happens,

I am as stiff as a corpse,

Deteriorating,

dying, losing life,

slowly slipping away,

this is what it feels like now,

I am like a corpse,

cold and lifeless,

skin cracking,

everything is still.

I am sitting here awake,

listening to the night,

as it goes on silently,

but I hear some things,

The wind blows outside,

as the rain falls,

the trees rustle,

and the shadows move,

I am awake,

because of the night,

it is not completely silent,

there is a faint whisper,

The wind howls,

but I am not frightened,

I just listen,

to the calls of the night.

It feels like everything,

is falling apart,

what is happening?

it can’t be this hard,
 

The thread I’m pulling on,

becomes thinner and thinner,

until there is nothing left,

it’s all gone,
 

There is something happening,

I feel angry,

I want to tear this paper,

until it is in shreds,
 

Inside me it twitches,

like a spark on a live wire,

it senses my soul,

and eats up my humanity,
 

There will be nothing left of me,

after this emotion,

takes hold, I scream,

wanting to break free of this,
 

Suddenly the tears flow,

nothing can be done to stop them,

they trickle down my face,

and leave my eyes hurting,
 

My body wants to curl,

and hide until the pain stops,

until all fades away,

until it all falls apart, and leaves me empty.

Somewhere in the sky,

in the clouds, floating,

there is a power,

greater than any other,

the wind breezes through,

the wings of a being,

then it dives down,

against the currents,

the wings shutter and soar,

helping the creature live,

but an evil takes over,

blackness falters,

it brings down the power,

reduces it to nothing,

and the wings fade,

and chains wrap its soul,

the dark power grows,

digging into the heart,

but light will prevail,

and conquer the bleakness,

the bright wings fly,

once again,

they soar and dive,

and live once more.