Black And Bleak

Couldn't keep my eyes shut
Horrible faces waking me
Fearful white screams
And when i opened
The darkness comforted

I felt weak
Legs moist and crumbling
The road waved and fell
The wood held me, tight.

Objects took wicked shapes
threatening red eyes all had
I fought them
With black and sins.

An annoying sound
Kept coming from beneath
A piece of paper on the floor
Searched all over
And found it.
Nothing is what i did
Couldn't try to stand.

Two shadows from the outside
Peering in
Along with the light
Into the dark room
Crawling sinister shadows
Waiting for the door to open
And sleep faded off
Cloud taken over by the moon.

The Unfamiliar Night

Time went really slow
Time before the gallows blow
Some wretched forces pulling me from both ends
Huge, relentless devils

Strange lights and wailing winds
Pounded my senses
I rolled as if knocked
Out of a heavy dark cloud
And the forces changed
Only the direction i felt
I was being tried
To turn to nothing
And the tree began to dry
Parched hot and thirsty.

Strange noises behind
My back i felt
Someone waiting in cold
Waiting in the shadows
Waiting to strike
As i turn around
Showing its terrible face
Smiling on the death i found.

The Great Depression

depressing was how i'd define yesterday. not sad, not dull, not negative. it was plain depressing. as depressing as the verb can make. i was depressed, left, right and centre. up and below.
i had no idea why; nothing bad happened. as a result i had no remedies with me. as i was so depressed to walk, talk or even sit, i lied down for sometime. i never imagined in my wildest of dreams that even lying down could be so depressing one day. i felt as if some wretched force sucked the spirit out of me(wait there you wicked mind, not that spirit.)
then i was forced out of my lovely bed for some drumming practice. it was good. sweet.
depression gone, me home. sweeter.