Dreamers Dream

Jumbled with my senses,

When I'd try and open my eyes to wander,

I am met with eternal darkness that lies within me,

I scream I cry to let it go,

But the darkness within me consumes me whole,

And when the night settles and dawn comes by,

With all my might and the courage I muster,

I'd try riding my fear,

To let it go,

But the demons of my dark hold me tough,

As the stars seems too high to reach,

And my conscience too weak to teach,

I stumble again,

Upon the path that seems lost in forlorn fears,

Like a enchanted flower that never blooms,

Or a cur that never speaks,

Is my idea of imaginary hope that never comes,

But when I'd stumble again in fear of not getting up,

I see two paths down the forest in the dark,

Laying my eyes upon them,

Dreaded thoughts rushed like a wildfire,

Once again I see paths of doom or destiny,

What shall I choose or what shall I seek,

A path of doom or sorrow with saccharine serpents and sugary sweet lullabies,

Or a path of wicked woods forgotten days and never-ending nights,

Baffled thoughts of doom or destiny hoovered setting chaos,

But the chaos ended,

Everything ran cold and once again silence echoed,

A small whisper bought me out of my turmoil,

The whisper spoke,

"I am a dreamers dream,

I shalt haunt thee forever,

And thou must abide,

For I am the demon of dark,

And the angel for thy help,

For I am who I am,

I am thee and thou art me,

As I lie within thee. "