demons they haunt me

i fear for you. i stare in horror at the things i see through my night black eyes.
a monster beyond the void is haunting my every move.
i see its face in every mirror, or pool of water
as trains pass me by , he grips my soul
he never lets go.
waiting for a time when i slip.
he will possess my body
claiming it in his rights
a beast i become
that which the 7 cardinals will all be broken
the moral pillar will be shaken
but i shall persist on.
keeping my core beliefs.
with the lords strength he banishes this demon from my soul
he grants me forgiveness for my weaknesses
he grants me strength and eternal life
it is in him i realise
it is through my lords power i am who i am
and the only way i can be who i aim to be.

the truth so sad it pains so hard
the wakening of my still beating heart
so fly forth forward
so cry on the clouds the world will be your comfort
your mind runs wild . its the first time people have noticed it.
its a whole new playing field that which i am not ready for.
so watch this fall,
into it all..
going pass my mind's past erasing all my prejudice against the world.
and in no time.
i hope our voices are heard.
that you will accept my apology.

to her with the sleek bronze tail.

as the last of the golden beams retreated for the day,
the hour long darkness began to pollute the cerulean atmosphere
..
down by a deserted alley, a tiny creature begins her nightly routine.
stalking up worn down fences..
the nights these days are getting colder she thought to herself, prancing gingerly through heaps of rubble..
the pale blue moon, whining in the empathetic cresent not a care for the many down below. selfishly guarding the golden rays of light from us down below.
her skin of perfect pink ivory, guarded by a coat of gold stripped bronze fur...
her ears twitching in the beautiful midnight moon-breeze.
she senses a faint smell of sulfur in the air.
her spine freezes.
she recognizes the smell, that which left her orphan all these years.
dark shadows appear in the distant clearings..
she screeches and bolts away.
the shadows seem to be gaining on her quickly.
she makes a sharp turn..
heart ponding like a drum, as she feels warm blood rushing into her ears...

and at this point, the writer decides to leave his workstation and bring himself back down to earth back down to his squalid workstation in a mouldy and dusty office.

--to wherest it came so it shall return.
to whom dis was dedicated to, i shall not forget.
the path is long and may you walk through it justly.