MIDNIGHT DREAM

Darkness

Darkness, the color of the night, sorrow, misery, sadness, and death;

Black, the never-ending color of corruption and endings,

Death, the next chapter of life and the new beginning to my end; with no way to escape, silently I await until this living hell ends. Emotionless I await for the moment I take my next breath of air. With my last moment upon me, a small voice can be heard; my voice, a broken melody sounds within the bars of my cage, sweetly a haunted melody is sung;

" If God has forsaken me,
Then I shall forsake God, too.
Those who've been oppressed may hold
A black key
All the doors I close to thee
Therefore, seal the prayers of me
However
who will protect me?
From the most frightful; myself.

All the doors I close to thee
But what will become of me
In my hands
The cold, black key
Doom, I cause myself."

Without a single warning my eyelids close to the soft alluring sound, without a single thought my eyelids slowly snap close , allowing my mind to replay the memories of the not so long ago, memories of the day my world turned from light to dark. With the last note, the song ends with a soft sigh and with my consciousness drifting into a midnight nightmare. Leaving the memories inside my body to take over as my last train of thought is transformed in a nightmare of which I cannot escape, the name,

Darkness

A low silky velvet sound awakes me from my not so peaceful slumber, however instead of waking in a dark room with no windows or candles, or locked inside a small steel bird cage, or hearing the fearful cries of the damned, I awake in a pile of blue rose surrounded by cold white December winter snow. Instead of a tattered night shirt covered by holes, black dirt, crimson blood, or fluids, on my pale porcelain skin is covered by a pure white shirt with ruffles at the collar and wrists, a dark midnight blue almost black vest hugs my waist, my neck is decorated with a single black ribbon accompanied with a dark sapphire rose. My lower half is covered by dark blue shorts, the same as the vest, and my feet are covered by black knee high socks, but the strangest part of my attire are the two silver black angel wings with blue accents. I instinctively touch the appendages adorning shoulder blades and lower back, to my surprise, their real!

How could I grow a cross hybrid of angel-demon wings in one place?

And how the hell did I end up in these fancy clothes in the middle of a snow field?

And how come im not freezing to death?

As soon as I am about o start tear my slate color hair, my eyes catch a glimpse at a strange figure in the sky.

Within a second, my deep sapphire color eyes snap open from the insanity of the dream I experienced.

Looking around my surroundings, I realize I'm back to the dark drenched hole and stuck between the metal bars of regret, sorrow and misery.

Just as I thought, it was just a dream

But I failed to realized the wings on my back and the crimson cat like eyes in the darkest corner of the room.