Nightmare

Strange colors in fluidness form emerge from imaginary cracks in the floor.
Once through they pause for a glance and then once again regain their speed,
they glide across the floor with ease performing almost a dance it seems.
Their tiny bodies getting closer to mine but I will not scream.

My first thought moves me to escape and plans quickly follow,
but really now what sense does that make?
I can out-run these blots of stuff, I doubt they have any speed at all.
Just then I hear someone knocking at my door.

I haven't ordered pizza and no one knows I'm here,
so that must mean whoever's at the door is someone I must fear.
Quickly I move to avoid the liquid forms and run past to answer the door.
At least I'll give it one chance to give me hope and this all will pass.

I swing open the door and a man walks in,
I wouldn't have minded but I didn't like his grin.
He turned with no pause and shouted something angry at me,
there was no doubt now that I must flee.

Swiftly I ran out the door moving across the grass like;
The gnomes were alive I realized and stopped on a dime.
Another path will be taken this time.
A nearby trellis I climb to escape dying.

All at once it comes to me this makes no sense.
Where did these terrible things come from?
Is it all in my head?
Where's the point and how do I get to the end?

After asking these questions I run as fast as I can,
I leap from the roof and jump in the van.
I drive as fast as I can trying not to crash,
to a friends house to find out some information.

I get what I need and continue my quest,
moving from house to house while keeping ahead of death.
Finally I arrive at my final destination,
as I burst into the house in complete frustration.

This world does a damn good job of keeping me on my toes.
It tries to kill me then tries to kill my friends,
sometimes I stop it and sometimes it wins.
I stop and at once my blood runs cold.

This time I was here too late, I tear up like a watermelon.
I fall on my knees and just begin to cry,
and I slowly crawl over to where she lies.
She lays there so still, my hand shakes as I wipe tears from my eyes.

It seems no matter how many times I run through this dream,
I'm always too late, I suppose I could never be on time.
I wait a moment, not wanting it to end, hoping she might suddenly wake up.
Then it gets dark, and I know I'm near the end, so I kiss her good night,
then the dream ends.

The Junkie Inside

Like a junkie on a fix my eyes glazed as I caught sight of her.
The purpose of life, to love and to honor,
seems only right that I stay out of sight,
so as to make sure she isn't bothered.

What of my happiness, another might say.
I confess there isn't a moment I wouldn't want it another way.
However it goes this way and now here's where the words trip,
we all know it won't do that.

So as long as I am but a pain in my shroud I remain,
hiding my gaze behind my shades,
dreaming of an opportune moment to cheat at this game.
How it kills me to stay so still, kills me to hold my tongue, not to tell her how I feel.
She gets up to walk away, making sure not to look at me.
Stepping swiftly past a group of girls, passing the first set of doors.
She knew I was here the entire time, and knowing this I almost cry.
It hurts more than you'll ever know, to just sit and watch her go.

Some people pass at me a glancing craze,
while thoughts pace and argue for what seems like days.
I'd like to think I did the wrong thing,
but somehow I can't lie to myself, not that way.

Now these words I place at rest, as they quietly escape my head.
Sending them off each with a light, wishing they'll find her tonight.
Carefully putting my mind at ease, temporarily curing my disease.
Like a junkie my eyes glaze, as in my mind a vision of her image my eyes see.

I'd die without you

However progressive it may seem the time has come to create a scene,
Flashing lights and camera dance wildly about if you know what I mean.
Acting my part most perfectly as I had practiced before,
My audience quivers but they wish to see more.

A romantic lullaby plays out in the form of speech,
as I confess my love for her becoming most bleak.
Almost as though hypnotized she takes my hand while I rise to my feet.

Enter act two shouts the villain stepping into the open from behind a prop.
Now he must wisp her away to a castle that's dark,
and lock her up in a prison to starve.
Now a quest our main character has in which to embark.

Quickly he mounts his steed and rides off on his quest,
this to which his bravery and wit will surely be put to the test.
True love shall guide him to the prison where his beloved is kept.

Riding for what seems like a lifetime to the dark castle where the villain resides.
He arrives with haste and leaps the mote, crashes through the gate,
almost like he's going to save the day.
But he's too late.

The villain has married to his love and now she is dead,
even though to him this makes no sense.
He drops to his knees weeping and in distress.
The villain simply smiles and cuts off his head.

Now it is simple you see to understand why it had to happen this way,
for nothing ever goes as planned and no one ever said the bad guy can't win.