That Beautiful White Bird

Shadows on the wall

A scary face cried out to me

Provoked me to acknowledge it

Hailed me to conquer it

Gave me some really damp chills

Pale skin and a blown mind.

I couldn't get up

I had weak knees

And a heavy shoulder

But why? What was I scared of?

What was stopping me from spreading those beautiful white wings?

What had made my muscles numb?

That pseudo warmth of the relations which never protected me?

Or the meaningless chasing around to fulfill the dreams which were never my own?

Was I so obsessed with making everyone happy that I just couldn't stand the idea of myself being happy?

Or did I envy the people who were so blindfolded by the warmth of human comfort

When I couldn't even find someone to be blindfolded by?

Was I afraid of standing alone?

The scary face was becoming scarier

I grabbed a knife put on my slippers

And went across the hall found no-one.

Was I hallucinating?

Maybe not

The demon existed

Camouflaged under my soul

It was not the white spot on the black wall

It was the black spot on my white soul

My adrenals were stimulated

The knife was still in my hand I stabbed it.

As it lay bleeding

In the red drowning river

I was free again

Like that beautiful white bird

Flying across the vast blue sky

On a quest of fulfilling my dreams.