A Mad man’s dream

I created a monster.

 

In my thoughts it was perfect,
dark, bloody.
It was like anyone would like to be,
scary, terrifying!
Like no one ever imagined,
a beautiful disaster.

 

I could see what no one sees,
I felt every touch trough my skin like it was real.
Breathe!
The darkest nights were my daydreams,
the deepest love,
the deepest love was a bloody nightmare.
Breathe!

 

I created a monster!

 

I saw them crying and my heart was cheerful.
I heard them praying, with every word questioning my consciousness,
and I wished it rains.
The rain would drop some tears and washed their pain.

 

I closed my eyes and felt the grief.
I touched my soul and woke up my sins.
My sigh drowned me slowly, dropping me on my knees.
I beg them deeply and I said:
“Oh Lord I am yours, and I give myself in”.

 

In my thoughts it was perfect,
just noise and fear.
It was like anyone would like to be,
hopeless and in tears.
Like no one ever imagined,
a mad man’s dream.

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