As I lay in bed
A dream envelopes my bones
And I am in a vertical reality
But there is not the goggles
Instead I have it around me all over
As if in a trance
She dances
But I see her she doesn't look like a healthy woman
She looks like a skeleton that is belly dancing
Is this one of my night terrors
Or is this the end of it all! What I will not
See is her face
As her face was covered with
Hair and only that
She wears a belly dancers outfit
But she seems of corrosion
What is that smell
Acid
But I am not going to find out
So I try to wake myself up
But the banshee
Keeps coming closer and closer
Until she reveals her face which looks like
Death warmed over and
She lets out the scream
A scream so horrific it ruptures your organs
A she sucks your soul from you body
Leaving an empty shell
I did know about this banshee I never....
I have had heard of the shadow people and sleep paralysis
And I when is this what I am going through
I scream Susie wake up
From christs sake wake up!
But I don't hear myself scream
In my dream
I don't stir nor make a sound
Who will miss me
If I should not wake
The belly dancers says no one
I am filled with dread
I had a boyfriend
A life
Friends who cared about me
But here I was fighting for my life
Fighting against the ultimate evil,
Death! As I try to thrash
I succeeded in thrashing in my sleep
I can feel the breath coming back into me
And I thrash until I am spat out of the dream
When I wake up I am
In a cloud sweat!
As I am shaking like a leave
In the autumn
What the fuck just happened was what I think is going to happen
On in my head
My first near death experience
But it will
Not be my last
For I fear the night now
I dread going to sleep
As I fear that she will will
Pop up from the abyss and try to take my soul
As I went to put on my Pajamas I try not to think not to think about this shit show
That I call my sleep!
Alas it is wispy washy
At the best of times and then there is the
Fucking belly dancer from hell
I am so worried about
The idea of sleep especially
REM sleep terrified me
But as soon as I lay in bed
I fall to sleep like a bag of bricks
Now what I wanted
As I find this skeleton figure
Dancing towards me and
I am paralyzed
Her screaming my name
I can feel my insides burst and rupture at the sound of
The nest will be my soul being sucked out of my body
Leaving me as a shell of a person of who I am
But I want to know why this emaciated demon
Keeps coming to me in my most hideous
Of nightmares
Threatening me
With the worst of the torture that both man
And spirit world will have to offer me
I feel the cold sweet coming on
But I say this very much so that
This is a fallacy
Something that my stress must of
Created
Like a poltergeist
But do they not talk
This is certainly not a poltergeist
That is a demon from another dimension
A hell realm
But little did I know that was just the beginning of my suffering
As soon I as find out who this is I will cast them
Back the blasts that they came from
She twirls and swirls
And slowly and methodically
Closer to me
As I find that this will not end well for me she says
Something completely disturbing....
"My sweet child!"
This could. It be my mother of birth
She died of hepatitis so long ago
But if this is here....
She had become the personification of
Of death it's self
O death
Would you spare me for another year! I plead for
My life!
I start thrashing and the shits come off my bed
And I get even colder
Then I wake up
Won't you spare me over til another year
Well what is this that I can't see
With ice cold hands takin' hold of me
Well I am death, none can excel
I'll open the door to heaven or hell
Whoa, death someone would pray
Could you wait to call me another day
The children prayed, the preacher preached
Time and mercy is out of your reach
I'll fix your feet til you cant walk
I'll lock your jaw til you cant talk
I'll close your eyes so you can't see
This very hour, come and go with me
I'm death I come to take the soul
Leave the body and leave it cold
To draw up the flesh off of the frame
Dirt and worm both have a claim
O, Death
O, Death
Won't you spare me over til another year
My mother came to my bed
Placed a cold towel upon my head
My head is warm my feet are cold
Death is a-movin upon my soul
Oh, death how you're treatin' me
You've close my eyes so I can't see
Well you're hurtin' my body
You make me cold
You run my life right outta my soul
Oh death please consider my age
Please don't take me at this stage
My wealth is all at your command
If you will move your icy hand
Oh the young, the rich or poor
Hunger like me you know
No wealth, no ruin, no silver no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
O, death
O, death
Wont you spare me over til another year
Wont you spare me over til another year
Wont you spare me over til another year
I sing as I tried to wake my self up form this horrible night terror
And she comes closer and closer
I see that the belly dancer
Bares a striking resemblance
Not unlike my own
This terrible
Is this my birth mother coming to collect my soul
I will never no even though
Alas I say her face
She looked like me
Is that an indication of the relation I might have of her
But as I see you cannot do DNA on a ghost
But then she says it again
In Romanian
"Come my sweet child!"
That is that beyond the pale
Then I shot of out bed
Like bullet out of a pistol
I find that I am having hot and could sweats
That I can not under stand
I am healthy so
What the fuck
As she really come to claim my soul
But I will not be too sure
I fear that she will come back
Again tonight to finish me off
I am paralyzed that I might died at age 25
I am paranoid at the thought of sleep
But then I over think
To much
That night as I sleep,
I see her again screaming for
My soul
She was saying
That I will have a taste of my fate
But I try to run but I can not I am strapped to my bed by rotting vines
What ever shell I do!?
That was a poem my road I was not depressed or anything. I just woke up poem out of intriguing seeing where my writing would take me. This is about a banshee! If you ever heard of a banshee, those things do not let you live if you hear them scream! It’s very interesting how different cultures have this one spirit that’ll be the end of you it kind of interesting to be honest with you. You hear the loud sound of a banshee and that the end of the sound for your life I’ll give you an example of what a banshee is!
A banshee is a female spirit in Irish folklore who heralds the death of a family member, usually by screaming, wailing, shrieking, or keening
That is what basically a band she is, but the idea of that is that I decide to make it over different culture to make it more interesting the banshee is one you hear someone’s screaming and shaking or keening hoping to get your soul that who either had the death of a family member so I don’t usually wanna get into this kind of stuff but that’s what the poem was about. I’m doing a verse novel about this particular topic, Gonna be very interesting to see where this will take me from which conference this bans will come from. It was already from Roman gypsy to a banshee is your imagination does not have a passport and it’s interesting enough that your imagination is connected to everything else as well I find that very interesting that I’ve written this very long poem and will continue to write this long poems! The home is basically about the same kind of thing which is what the band is, but in my mind what my birth mother was like that being said that’s enough said about that my afternoon consisted of sleeping a nice nap very annoying nap as I expected and then I ended up falling asleep then I ended up watching doctor g medical examiner, and had dinner, which was actually pretty good. The dinner was good. I think my favourite would be the grape leaves or the meatballs. I can’t really be too sure which one would be my favourite that being said the which to say I think the grape leaves were good too! That being said I would continue the poem later and I hope that I will become a verse novel! I alway wanted to try the verse novel! There was when verse novel that I liked and I wished I remember the name I would be helpful! The idea that I can’t remember the name of that book is interesting, but it was about a girl who is in ghost. It’s very interesting. I wish I remembered that damn title!
Was very Christian got me and trying to write the No, it would be very interesting to see where that goes. In that case I would be very interested in seeing this novel. I’m guessing it’s not gonna be similar to million little pieces, where the whole books is a whole poem! That would be interesting ! As you can tell that book will be called the belly dancer! As the belly dancer is the banshee! That banshee is about my birth mother! That being said I parents mentions she looked like a banshee but darker skinned! I would have to agree about that the she was similar to a banshee! Someone who was not a good person! What king of person would leave their kid for dead on purpose! That being said…..moving on!
Also, I had the rain constantly where I keep thinking that I’ve been in a college dorm for some odd reason. Why do I have that dream? I don’t know why but it’s just a dream that is constantly being put in my head somehow I don’t know if it’s just my mind processing things! I meantioned that and sad that we aren’t any different then iPad! That is we slow and load and then at night we do the processing …..loading ……loading!
The only difference between us and iPad is we sometimes have fault and it’s made of plastic that being said I find that is the only difference between a human being and an iPad. We processed the information, not instantaneously, but instead at night time when we dream and go to sleep, also I find the same thing with the iPad. You have to turn it off in order for it to do it thing! We are similar, but the same material humans can contain more information and can be more able to remember it. That being said I’d rather be more human says something if I knocked it on the ground it would be gone at least with my brain. I have a skull for me to deal with the knock on the head that would not end up like an iPad something that fragile or such! I had this conversation about this morning! It is interesting how that damn brain works!
I also went to the charity show and I go the first season of glee, you know the high school show with singing! I’ve heard good things about glee many times in my life when I was in my early 20s, but never really got to see it so this is gonna be my first time seeing it. This would be very interesting. Indeed they mentioned something about madonna that’s good. I like Madonna. She is one of my favourite singers. I don’t know if she is gonna be her songs are gonna be in any of the episodes But just the fact that her name was mentioned, that’s not why I chose glee. I chose glee because it was very interesting to see because I wanted to see what the hype was a bear at one point in my life, which was in the in 2000’s 2010’s! Add the time I was watching desperate, housewives, and now that is a show I like, but I never got to see glee because I was always having my head up my butt for some odd reason I didn’t feel it was a good enough show for my eyes, but now that I am matured, I think I might enjoy this for fact!
My friend duck and I will be going to start our YouTube channel again that will be very interesting idea that I will be able to too with her again for the first time in three or four months because of the summer mines being so roasted that being said, it was very interesting and I couldn’t do very much creatively except for art work and maybe some nail art in the next post I’ll talk about my nail art that I did today!
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