Deep inside the moments end,
Darkest thoughts they can�t comprehend.
Understanding is beyond them,
Signals from the soul elude them.
Inside the cracks have begun to creep,
Fear in its calmest form starts to seep.
Tearing sense away with delusion,
What is normality? It�s just an illusion.
Sanity crawls away to hide,
Quickly replaced by another side.
Tight, tense, the blood pumps fast,
Any moment could be the last.
A mind confused with a travesty of life,
Clouded grey with mountainous strife.
Battered, broken, misted by the fear,
Withdrawing in deeper, nobody near.
How can they understand,
How can they imagine the tight band
As it gradually squeezes the life from the soul,
Demanding its final breath, crushing the whole.
Fragmenting what once was good and true,
Thoughts exploding, mind askew.
Leaving a soul crumpled and torn,
Praying for the light of hope to be reborn.
Splash
From their heads full of demons, minds tattered and torn,
The Master of Dreamers is reborn.
The power of three encapsulated in one,
A strength of identity not needing to belong.
Master of Dreamers, holder of the key,
Knows life everlasting, reads the visions that they see.
Spins out of the darkness, his cloak tightly wrapped,
Observes their confusion in the dreams they are trapped.
The Master holds the dreamers close skin to skin.
An orb of light surrounds the feelings within.
Their bodies joined, their minds welded together.
Bringing forth a cataclysm of sensual pleasure.
Yet dreams still dart through, ravaging their senses.
Souls naked in his presence, there can be no pretences.
Twisting, turning, their bodies perspire,
The Master observes as the demons conspire.
What is the reality, is it now a memory?
Falling, sucked deep into unknown territory.
Clinging to each other, hands grasping so tight,
Nothing breaks their fall through this endless night.
What lies in their path, what is below?
Tunnels of ancestors, dreams of long ago.
Caverns of secrets, chambers of warriors lost,
Where heartbeats once pounded, poisoned thoughts shamelessly tossed.
Surrounded by darkness, their cries go unheard,
Shaken, trembling from sleep, the dreams are disturbed.
The Master slips away as daylight beams,
In the minds of the dreamers nothing is what it seems.
Splash