I was disturbed by reality
that dreams can be scary
and its called nightmares
where darkness held me tightly
pulled me in the grave hardly
and take my breath out rapidly
where the sleeping monster
suddenly awaken
cause its fed with my fear and anger
a traitor that stabbed me in the back
a voracious shadow who ate my helpless soul.

I was quitely amazed in fantasy
cause nightmares can be lovely
and its called dreams
where I can create my own world
where I can fix my own self
where I can heal my own wound
where the wild monster
became calm and tame
and peacefully sleeping
cause the mind and heart was fed by happy souls.


© Iaey