My World Sleeps

My world is sleeping, but my world is awake.

For the taste of thy sweet lips, my life is stake.

My world is sleeping, my life's a masquerade.

Goosebump beach of isolation

remains my heart's destination.

Beautiful colors evade from my eyes

but they are merely figments from the inside.

The fog is thin but yet the pain is blocked from escaping the within.

There's souls taunting around me, i feel it begin.

But I'm silently screaming because there is no wind.

The impossible happened then, the sun heard my cry.

To my oblivion, he left the sky.

And through the tricks and crannies of the fog he pried.

In the darkness of the beach, the stars began to shine over the water.

And the goosebumps over my body became fine, i grew hotter.

He then caressed the delicate colors of the stream.

And painted a smile on my face for everyone to see.

And slowly i saw black souls take color.

They are beautiful, not taunting as before.

They just hid with isolation the scars the world once tore.

Everything was like a dream.

The beautiful souls in beautiful clothes... and me.

Then nightmare came, other life was cold.

It whined and complained it needed the ball of gold.

To her rescue, my sun shone.

And left me in the freezing water... all alone.

There i stand, unclothed, ashamed, goosebumps bone deep.

I feel my heart conserve every beat.

The moon waxes and wanes on me.

She flaunts her liberty and reminds me i am not free.

The souls then relinquish their vibrant shade.

And transform in to horrendous hues of black and gray.

There goes my one hope of life, my masquerade.

As i stare past the bars into the fog. I look closer on all the spirits

and close my eyes, then i hear it.

The words from cries that have remained unheard.

Like the broken remorseful screech of a raven bird.

Ephiphany hits, i know this creature well, though she is a stranger.

She is an angel, a dove, in grave danger.

I try to break the bars and take a closer look to see.

And what do i find? This bird is me....

When my world is sleeping, my world is awake....

If you'd dare venture into my world, my hand you shall take......

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