a thousand
piontless words
written on a single sheet
simple
though no sense made
the words
a jumble
from the mind
in hope it might be easier
to work with
when it all was down
moments of utter confusion
lacking sanity
the creation of the masterpieces
no simple taske in deed
speaking with an angel
so god might help to
understand the meaning
behind the dreaded words
night falls deeply
throughout it all
no voices can be heard
light isnt seen when
all the things are dark
slumber preys
on waking breaths
shallow
shallow
cannot fight it
drakness over coming
shadows hunt throughout
this lovely
lovely night
running the quite
a silent
piercing scream
from the depths
of my mind
creatures of death awaken
underminding the small ones
when there the one's to fear
brush away
all the suspense
frightening as it were
battling the angery monsters
knowing they dont exist
imagination soon will be
the death iof those to weak
pick a rose
from a pretty patch
prick your figure on a thorn'
beautiful things
arent always innocent
dangerous moans of undertaking
yet
like all liven things
it dies
the tragic game of life
nothing can stay forever
the rose will wilt away
not all fearfull things come
when the darkness falls
the sunlight brings
dangerous beasts
more intimidating
for your never safe from them
bringing mere mortals
to their knees
weaking their pace
duck is when
all is calm
the moon just rising
the sun not yet gone
safely returning to home
the words still upon the paper
no more sense then before
understanding nothing else
then the darkness
and the light
creatures from imagination
more threatening
than
those that are real

Pain and figthing
the freezing cold
blood and war
a thing so old
screaming
crying
yelling for help
fire flaring deep
a whimpering yelp
running so hard
panting for breath
an unseen sword
which seals death
a golden angel
flying the skies
looking at where
evil lies
lost compassion
untold hate
love came to late