Threads of scenes before my unblinking eyes,
Fantasies of tomorrows unspeakable surprise,
Beauty lies behind a Dark, mysterious wall.
Chasing and slipping then over the edge I fall,
into a black veil unwelcoming and unwieldly strong.
Grotesque terror passes into my mind which belong,
of screams that behold tortured souls and horrific laughter.
Children bleed and My Happy ever after,
has turned into a black abyss in which I stare,
my dream of a acidic nightmare.
I turn and sprint into the darkness, heaving heavily,
never ending until a noise I hear and stop warily.
An angelic voice softly repeats my name,
I stir and wake, a nightmare all the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeh dreams man, the imagery adds a solid build to your expression.