Sweet images plague my dreams
Granting me a chance of escape
But taken away with whirls of screams
Throwing me back into my realm of reality
My eternal punishment is a secret not unknown.
To martyrdom those suffering for their sins to be
Written in vines of flames that will forever weave throughout
Their revived withering bodies.
Forever in pain but they will never die.
I watch them as they beg. I feel and feed
Off of their pain.
But none of their pain is strong enough to cover mine.
Just one little distraction, one small fix.
Like a drug that keeps your thirst barely quenched.
Their velvety pain washes over my body and in that
Moment mine leaves me.
Just a moment.
A moment longer,
Angelic pictures rush through my dream
Providing me with a moment of escape
But only for a moment.
Sweet images that plague my dreams
Why do you haunt me the most?