Nightmare

Standing on a razor's edge.
Overlooking the powerful night.
I embrace its darkness
Washing over my body,
As tattered and torn as an ancient statue,
Crumbling under the weight of this universe.

I am alone in this unholy world of my mind.
Tempting, luring me into the depths of this horror.
Vision obscured,
Blinded by words of sugar sweet poison
Spoken on the wind by a forked tongue.

Resisting the loathsome desire to fly
Away from the ledge where I am perched.
Soaring into the midnight sky.
I am weak,
And my once invincible self now crashes to the ground.
I am mortal,
And my body withers away.

By Exandra