weirdopants:

stirring, stirring, waiting, stirring,
my nightmares are always reoccurring:
run til my lungs hunger, screaming for air
..only to look and there’s nobody there.

cut loose your beasts, with teeth and claws
spewing streams of fire from iron-clad jaws
i’ll climb atop him and slice off his head -
befure the sun rises your beast will be dead.

running and running through jagged landscapes
from my dreams it seems i’ll never escape
are they illusions, or past memories?
..another dimension set out to deceive? They torture my mind in the darkest hour
a helpless victim to another power
say your last prayers before you disembark
..for we all know, little ones

…what lies in the dark …