I dream so violent dreams
of protecting the people I care of
that’s what it seems
in those dreams I fought
and I thought
the worst had never came
that’s what I had assumed
and what energy it consumed
waking up in a dream all bruised
like my mind hit a fuse
I didn’t feel the pain but the feelings
conflict with the non-knowing
I didn’t know the feelings I was showing
I had wings so I could fly
if it became to violent I hit for the skies
I could never imply
and everyone I met where asking why
why do we fight
do we fight for humanity
is this insanity? So many questions
no one tried to make good impressions
in the mid war I saw my friends fight
but only I had the wings to fly away
I could sway
I flew over the clouds
and I had the power of 19 clouds
I hit the ground and made a wave
so hard it shaved
the earth from people for a moment
it paused the fighting leaving no comments
in that moment I moved with the air
and I could swear that my fists had flared
with a bright orange fire
it burnt the skins of the lairs
and I woke up more than half of the battles
where lost and never got to know the cost.

Annons

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October 2013