this is for a book that iam writing can you please tell me what you think....
BEAUTIFUL NIGHTMARES
I wake in the morning to the rising moon and I see her face there smiling from the illumine scent glow of the full moon rising up above the trees and shining through the curtains of my window.
Her face a picture of love and of passion I reach out to touch the vision and it fades into the bright light and then all I see is the moon her rays casting shadows all around my little bed room so that the secrets of the night can hide themselves from me and the visions that come do not promise hope but only damnation for the dreams that I have had of the promise of love and of salvation….
There is no salvation for me there are only the shadows of damnation of memories that come through the waking moments of this dream that I call life. I wait for deaths sweet embrace and bring me back to the Beautiful Nightmares that drive me to a state of insanity that distorts the corridors of my mind.
I lay here in a realisation that the hopes and dreams of all others have the same corruptions that invade my waking moments.
I try to forget those nightmares but they keep on coming and I can’t stop those that have the darker meaning to my soul for which the beautiful ones are the most corrupting.
for my soul is only as bright as the moon that shines through my window to create those shadows that the secrets of the night and the day hide and echo into my subconscious soul that will exist long after my flesh has gone and my bones are dust and yet still I lay here unable to move waiting for her embrace.
The vision doesn’t come as she should but only as I awake to the light of the waiting moon and the lengthening shadows.
For she has left. Her mortal coil has gone to dust and yet she waits for my heart to join her in what ever hell they sent her to and her essence echoes in this place.
The walls remember her radiant glow that shone so bright like the sun that I remember from long ago from when I was as you are now a being of light that was able to walk in the sun and to laugh and to cry and to feel -all of those things that you called human.
I am much more than that and yet so much less for what I gave up I am not so sure it was worth the price. The price of being more and yet being so much less than human for I will never see a sunrise again or smell the damp grass as the morning dew rises from the ground.
But still I look for her, my heart, my passion, my joy and yet she is my sorrow and my frustration.
Am I coward for laying here in this place or should I go out to look for those that caused her to flee this existence that you call mortal life and how many times do we whom you call the creatures of the night, devils, abominations have to suffer extinction just because you fear. do we not have the right to live, to exist, to love, to hope and to dream of a life without death.
Yet you hunted her as you would a wild animal to mount upon your wall as a trophy.
She did no wrong except to have an affliction that you could not understand and over the centuries all I have seen is that which you call humanity is just to destroy that which you fear.
She was upon her knees pleading for her life and all she wanted to do was live and yet you gave her the same chance that you give an animal that is laying upon the ground waiting for death as its life essence flows form the wound that is inflicted upon its body…. which is no chance…. instead you took that sharpened piece of wood and drove it into her heart and with that you took my heart to for she was the only light that I had left.
You shamed me for I could do nothing but stand and watch in disbelief and horror as you did your deed and as the tears of crimson blood flowed in a red tide down my pale face I ran until I could run no more and I found a place to hide, to wait until I knew you were no longer hunting and yet as the dawn grew near I felt the first need to be below ground.
I slept………
