REVERIE

REVERIE

I run from my fate

As I walk beside an angel

The demon close behind

Through hallways in my mind

I hide and it seeks

Like a child’s game of danger

Its eyes appear to grasp

My neck as I just gasp

For air, it’s not there

I have to break, its iron hold

I want to banish, all this cold

Barren emotion

In my head

Indication

That I’m dead

I press my fingers to my eyes

To settle down and realize

I’m dreaming

Just dreaming

Imagination wild

My own inner child

Defining what I see

Is just another mystery