Dragon's World Kanasi

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.

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.