Nightmares

Nightmares

Hi there, don't be alarmed
These are just bloody words
that crossed my mind
when death did come

Take your time, do not run
sit on a chair, sip a cup of tea
and have a dosage of black poetry
that blood has a share in eternity

I really hope you'll find it strange
to read something that you already know
like when the shadow calls your name
when you are in the dark, all alone

Looking at the mirror of life
many eyes are corridors to evil heart
an evil is trespassing whenever you read
a page that belongs to the demon
we turn weak and then fragile
trying to fight insanity by blowing the wind
our of the head that is breathing
the secret yantras of the dead and despised

Are you still that all intact
or your scared soul has fled
and left you a corpse with worms
Being dead is worse than a nightmare.