A Dream that Screams

• Artist: l_Shamrock_l
• Description: This is a dream I used to have over and over again as a small child, starting from when I was 3, I think, untill I turned... I think 10? It wasn't every night, but it was fairly often. Often enough for me to remember it in detail...
  
  Enjoy...
• Date: 04/20/2009
• Tags: dream screams shamrock poem writing

The stars turn to dust, and the mountains to rust
No water to soothe my parched throat
The wheat is red, the sun's off to bed
But the sky does not dim, it only turns grim

Black creatures fill the sky; wings long and surreal
They roar with iron claws and teeth of steel
Bodies naked, bones sticking from the skin
Fire cracking from the streets, Hell is about to begin

The building is black with fangs at its head
Mother, father, two brothers, dead
No traction on the floor, I slide hoping to cling to the walls
But alas I slide, slide and slide
I continue to slide, even after I fall

The hallways are red, the lining is black
Wires run and wires attack
My skin made of paper, my bones from glass
My only wish is for me to pass

The clouds are brown and white
There is no light
How I wish for an Angel
How I wish to wipe my tears
How I wish for an Angel
To take me from these fears

The large black books and tomes
Replace the belongings of my home
Black shelfs, pointed shoulders
No more couch and no more holders

Through it all, all I can say
Is that it made me turn out this way
Hollow, decayed and cheap
All I can say is that I have sown no seeds
So why is it that I must reap
The harvest of one who never bleeds
I reap the remains of one who's blind
The harvest of my own dimented mind

Comments

[clumsy-story of my life]

wow. sounds like a freaky dream. i wrote a poem about one of my dreams that i used to have over and over again, and now, for some reason, i haven't had it since. but this is really good. one of those dark poems, but good. try reading mine sometime if you have a chance.