Fate or Trickery?

All I see is you.

Whether I close my eyes,

Open them to take a look,

It's always you in my periphery.

But what does it mean?

Is it a sign?

Will you disappear?

Come home to me?

Or is this just my insanity?

Will I wake tomorrow to find you in my bed?

Find you off to run away?

Or find you no where but my head?

What does it mean that you,

This maybe reality is all I ever see?

Is this my fate?

Is this trickery?

It's Over

This time it's over.

I'm done,

I can't do it.

This time I refuse,

I won't pretend it's all okay.

I've been pushed over the edge far too many times.

I give up.

I quit and walk away for good.

Show me you love me,

Meaning ignore me?

Something I never understood.

Guess you'll lose me.

Question is,

Will that be to keep me or permanently?

Terrors of the Night.

awakened with a scream

just another bad dream

danger with the sunset

never have enough rest

by morning paranoia

can't stand the light

dark brings weakened aura

terrors of the night

night by night

day by day

fright by fright

what to say?

Can the nightmare ever be stopped?

close the door and keep it locked

here inside one's mind

deepest fears intertwined

Every time my eyes close

wish I'd see the red red rose

instead i see horror

of the next night's twisted explorers

Will these nights ever end?

Never wished to see around the next bend.

Praying each night it will be over

Guess I need a four leaf clover.

The Demon's Monstrous Creation

I may be monstrous.

You're demonic.

I may be evil incarnate.

But baby that makes you prime evil.

I may not be perfect.

Neither are you.

I may be a rebel.

But you're a law breaker.

I am not the horror story you make me out to be.

The reality is that you are the real horror story.

You are a true serial killer compared to my cheese slasher film status.

The real difference is that I'm made up evil people pay to see.

You are the news paper heading everyone prays never to be.

You thought you corrupt me.

I'm compelling.

You thought you won the war.

When really the war was already won.

You despise my will and for that you tried to make me a monster.

When really the true monster was always you.

See that I was only your shadow.

Never as dangerous as the real thing.

The student will yet to be the teacher.

I am monstrous compared to human.

Compared to you I am a pixie among demons.