Endless Nightmares and Open Roads

 

On darkened tides,

endless nightmares,

scary dream rides

on open roads,

up mountains high.

Nowhere to hide

from the terrors he finds,

the many visions projected

upon his stuttering film screen mind.

 

Endless nightmares

and open roads.

Too many dark tales told..

Countless games played for his soul.

Someone pray for this poor mortals well being

because ghosts and monsters

are all he is seeing.

Now he has nowhere else to go

but back into hell

to pay his due.

 

Listened to so many

wretched nightmare sounds

as they oozed deep into his ear canals,

tarring every part

with their screams

and orchestrations

of being pulled apart.

 

Fretted over too many noises

Screeching voices

that were hidden between

the drifting, flowing drapes of reality

and the eternally shifting seas

of the other side.

Heard the living

and the dead,

walking beside.

Now he has to grab his coat

and run, flee and hide.

 

Endless nightmares

of open roads,

where the horizon

never gets any closer.

It's just another fiction told.

You just keep on travelling

as the places get further.

The destination never becomes clearer,

you never get any nearer.

Through the distorted lens

of this tangled abstract substantiality

the gleaming skyscrapers you see

just twisted mirages

of this warped reality.

Across the blistered desert

of your fractured stuttering sanity.

 

Have walked along these

nightmare roads into hell

for so long, The fiery friaries

of this village of the damned.

I've walked the open roads,

felt the hot winds slam.

I've traipsed along these

torturous turns

For many a twisted trial,

along these trails

I travelled alone.

and now this hell,

well

It feels a bit like home.

 

 

 

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