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The Hobbits

1797 the town of Griswold, London
in back of the banks lived a wizard who wanted the world better
he delighted in a decorated orb which his fashioned around his neck
the shadows of light perfumed its hidden ambiance
away from the passerbyers exposed through the trees
there it lied a hidden city with tiny hobbits and a haunting
a bat with vicious fangs that bite hanging down
the wizard had his friends for he was never alone
until that day a great storm took the hobbits away
this much he prayed for the willingness to go on with song
London was hit hard on that fallen day where creatures left
eyes with holes having spots hearts to unfold its vigil
buried beneath the city was led wth thirst to create a common attack

there was a warlock by the wizard with a crystal ball lead to discover
the hobbits were still alive just left in a world caught between space & time
He who gave the lordship unto man, over the earth
Declared that man must rule the earth with Love.
But man has sold his consciousness of what's right
And soon forgot about the boundlessness of Love.
Now man could see naught, but to gratify the self,
Which brought about dominance over all the earth.
Enchained the earth, including self, in shackles bright,
Then sing our songs of freedom; songs without Love

 

IT.

It perches on my shoulder, it whispers when I sleep. It plays with my hair and sings just to me. It only appears in my mind like a memory, maybe in a dream, maybe its just, all in my mind.

I see its eyes are in the mirror, it never leaves me.

It'll never leave me.

Never leave me alone, send me pictures while my eyes are closed and rest on my chest until my body awakes to meet each others gaze again. You keep me company but you never stop the thoughts, I know you'd rather be with me but I'm tired. I'm tired. I'm tired. I'm awake. I'm asleep. Don't, dont do this. I know you show honesty and with the power that it holds, it can lie to me. It will lie to me, and being alive is as confusing as lucidly walking in a dream. Help me, help me take it off. It scratches at my head when its me who's at lost for words, I control what I do...but what if I dont know what I thought I knew, what if from the beginning every ending will be new. I can see in front me it wouldnt fib, passion is what I feel when it touches my skin.. So will you show me what it's like, to finally see nothing when my eyes are shut, tight ..

...

I can taste the blood within your body, I'm in your veins...The only reason you still breath, the reason I can't leave. What you experience is what I've seen, already...you find me untrustworthy....

You think I'm here uncontrolably, A guard to a prisoner in your mind.

To that, I say..you're right.. Now these four blank walls will soon help in comforting whats keeping me alive...they say it'll clean whatever's rotting in that brain, I promise more than anything, that everything they are telling me, is a lie..

We are both sane, I will forever show you the pictures from my eye to yours, and rest on your shoulder like a bird with a serpants tongue, with your exact, same eyes. We share a voice, we beat to the same pulse, so can't you see?

I'm all we'll ever need.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A psychological type, interpret it in anyway. I love feedback harsh ones too it helps learning and improving my writing skills. Thanks