Deceptions of Hell

Oh, the memories one can find in a dream,
the time you survive – an era in an hour

- a moment augmented through the night.

The pain you can’t feel is greater
in the night
in slumber
the life you live seems no illusion.

You are Mother, Husband, Animal, Empty.
You give life, you take it,
you rape it apart.

When you wake it seems silly
to tremble with fear,
to weep with wonder or sadness.

The vision was more vivid
than the living moment
it questions.

I consider and ask myself
which is worse:
torture by day or trauma by night?

The end of the darkness in dreams
is a death – myriads of deaths by each trail.
The end of the days in a life
bring Glory – the inheritance of the Wakeful.

Night is for sleeping,
sleeping for Hell
- a playtime for goblins of darkness.

Day is for sleepers,
sleepers who chose night
- may fight tenebrae with the sun.