horror

horror

gore

a blood smattered wall

a carpet soaked in some kind of dark nastyness

a body

scenes from a tv show tonight

she winces

pulling her eyes from the sight

looks like one of my dreams i say...

how long have i dreamed such things...?

3 decades...

no, not every night

but more than i would have liked

why would i want to ever sleep again...?

there is always a chance of my darkest fears 

griping me to point of death

letting go just in time for me to wake

to face another day 

a chance ill be waist deep in some flood of gore

of chained down in the darkest pit my mind can provide

alone and lost in a forest of angry trees

trapped in that backyard that brings such hate

but, and as always there is a but

without taking those chances

there would be no alex'ra

ja'ul from i am cold would not exist

sparc, nrgy, and the kid of terra transport would not be

13, exxes, quandry, the monoliths

... and so many more

these places i have visited

the other worlds i have explored

some many times

are sweet departures

from the hell that i could visit

ive never considered myself a writer

but i have been writing now almost every night

perhaps one day ill put them all together

bind them up and share them with the world

not yet

only those closest to me are allowed to see in me

isnt that how it should be?

i think of stories i love to read

what if those people would have not shared?

so some day i will share

im sure someone will enjoy these ramblings of mine

in some way or another