Writer's Eyes

Writer's Eyes

Imagine a world where everything haunts you,

Imagine a world where those you don't know,

Are part of your every day life,

Imagine the voices calling to you at all hours,

Imagine living in this world,

Now imagine that this world,

Keeps spinning,

Screaming and crying begging,

For your attention,

Imagine seeing things that can't be explained,

These people are so drastically different,

It's like staring at a timeline,

Some of them young and others old,

Some are noticeably dead,

While others steam with youth,

Then there are some,

Whose faces tell stories so horrible,

That most can't even put it into words,

Others have a story,

That hasn't yet been made,

These variations are only the characters that you see,

Now if you would imagine the world that your in,

Some call it augmented reality,

I on the other hand,

Call it my Reality,

These worlds vary in colors,

From Black to neon Pink,

Writings on the walls,

And blood in the air,

But all are important in their ways,

These worlds hold everything together,

Everything happens here,

And they vary,

But where you see reality,

I see these worlds,

In fact today alone,

I saw building color themselves,

With Black X's,

And their names replaced,

With different things,

It's all in a normal day's work for me,

It's how my mind works,

How the worlds,

How it's people

Are shaped,

Then you have to factor in the nightmares,

That haunt me on a daily basis,

That tell me stories of their own,

It's kind of scary to wake up,

Expecting to see dead people,

But these nightmares,

Have given me all the inspiration that I need,

To proceed forward,

Some would see those nightmares as horrible,

I see them as fuel,

It's all a wild time to see the world,

From my point of view,

The signs change the color,

And the world shifts,

Without a thought,

Everywhere I look,

I see the heartaches of the people,

Whose lives I haven't learned about yet,

Then there are people,

That I have destroyed,

This is the life that I live,

And will continue to live,

Until the inspiration no longer strikes me,

To write,

And to live through words,

Until then,

Well until then I will continue to make your nightmares horrid,

My words are like angry daggers,

Covered in blood,

That will never sleep well again