Nobel Idiot

Each night my dreams are stuck on a loop, regardless of the changes I make they all end the same way.

What am I missing?

Steeped in struggle, violence and sacrifice they represent three elements of my inner self.

A foolish hero complex that has lead to nothing but trouble for me over the years and yet even in knowing what will happen the fool that I am still charges in head first.

What an idiot.

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Fighting Myself

A dream stuck on a loop.

That’s never happened before.

Hundreds of different variations to it all stemming from the same starting point.

People in danger, only some can be saved, many times I tried to find a way to do it all and each time I failed because I just wasn’t strong enough, fast enough, I just wasn’t enough.

All that power and it still the scales couldn’t be tipped.

Then came the epilogue.

Surrounded by rubble and failure.

“This is how it starts, they steal small things of not consequence and soon that’s not enough. Deeper and deeper the fall until catastrophe is the only option left. Thats the reason I couldn’t win, because I was….”

Water & Flame

Back to back nights, everything was submerged in water
Breathing was easy
Movement was free
In this place finally nothing chased me
A world beneath the one above
My world
Illuminated by purple flame in the distance of the abyss
Is this the place I can find my peace?

Hidden Depths

A face seen from afar
Stolen with a kiss
Mansion set atop a cliff engulfed by wind, rain and storm
Someone lurking in the sea watching
Lightning pierces through the cliff face into the ocean rending it to nothing
A lower level of the building revealed, sunken and thought lost
Inside conflict among people numbering three
Death, surrender and power revealed
Steeping out in to the rain I fly away
Heading towards something I can see but can’t make out
Lightning strikes again
Time to wake up

Golden

A dream about a dream.

It was all familiar, it had all happened before even tough it was not a dream I had experienced before, yet clearly I had because as each scene unfolded the déjà vu only resonated more.

The same golden hair, sapphire eyes and pale skin was so close I could physically feel their embrace.

Every other temptation within my grasp; money, freedom, power and rage.

They all meant nothing.

Who is this muse as they are one of three who constantly visits and what do they want from me?

If only I could remember each detail I’m sure I’d have the answer for that which I seek.

Reaching

The hands of rage reached out in to the abyss
It was I that they found reaching back
Thing hold rage I did become
Rendering the world to shadows & dust
Finally resting atop the throne of destruction beneath me
Humanity forsaken
I smiled alone in the dark