It’s a claustrophobic Night with a suffocated Air.
The wind howls outside in agony and pain
as the silver arrows of the Moon slit through it’s throat.
It’s colorless blood rains down upon the barren Earth,
awakening the monsters of my fear and insecurity.
Equipped with swords and shields of bones
they march towards me, chanting a spell of terror.
The bed on which I lay is like a prison;
A cage of torture and insanity.
It’s cold and I am alone here, except for those monsters
who haunt me with visions of grief and agony.
I close my eyes to make them go away,
but their screams still reverberate in my head.
My kaa wanders in the mines of eternity,
looking for the ore of solace and courage.
It finds the valor which it seeks in my touch,
in my love and affection for my soul.
The sparks of my orgasm light a fire in the altar of joy,
at the ruins of my temple of happiness.
It’s glimmer reveals the armor and the sword,
with which I combat those beasts of horror.
There are many wounds and numerous falls,
but I pick myself up again and fight
until they are buried in their graves once more.
The dark veil on the sky above
is soon burnt away by a radiant Sun.
The puddles from the rain before
disappear into vapors of illusion.
They wait for Night to descend again
and the thunder of the clouds to roar.
And when that time will finally arrive,
those vapors will turn into the elixir of life,
Pulling the dead out of their graves.
And once more I will put on my armor
and take my sword out of it’s sheath.
The clashes of blades will echo in the rain as I battle for my happy dream.
This is another one of those raw, nonrhythmic, non-rhyming poems that I am currently writing. This poem has a grotesque feel to it and it’s about how I struggle with my insecurities everyday and how my love for myself forces me to fight on no matter what.