The Relinquisher of Nightmares.
The Stalk: Written by the Sandman
I wait until you sleep, watching your body as it collapses and repairs, your mind reinvigorating, preparing to live again. Blowing dust over your eyes seeing the skin coated lids seal over the blanket of sight. I’ll write down your dream, effervescent thoughts bubbling in your subconscious, feeding my life, every dream a breath I breathe. Tell me a new story. Let me in to your darkest desires, passionate urges you’ll never know that only stem up from an unguarded mind, pictures turned to paintings into a cinematic showcases for you and I. I’ll hold your hand as you turn in your slumber.
You’re beautiful. If I would ask would you let me look at you with every turn? I’d watch as your hair falls into your face, catching between your lips. I’ll pull it away. Just to look.
If you let me I’ll be your lullaby. I’ll sing a song every night. The songs only dreamed by legendary musicians who never made it. I’ve secrets you’ll never see again. I can see deep into your mind, I can reach into you to find out every hidden fascination you’ve buried under the bricks of burdening chores. If you let me I’ll set you free. Don’t carry the world on your shoulders my love, not if it can be carried by someone else.
The Nightmare: Recovered Words from the Dreamer
My dreams of late have been harrowing, the only way I can describe them is by asking you to picture yourself in a dark storm. Now imagine every cloud in the sky has coated every inch of blue, the colours are black, purple, dark colours, the colours only seen in nightmares. There was no thunder, no noise, silence. Just clouds while I walked on a long never ending road. There was low cut grass in dying fields, a tree in the distance that only served the purpose of landscape. It never grew nearer. It just moved the closer I moved to it. For a moment, being in a dream, I assumed there was an escalator underneath my feet but all I could see was concrete and white line after white line dividing the road. A voice bellowed through this dark place, at first I was convinced it was the wind, then them more I listened the more I could hear that voice. It was a males, it seemed to sorrowful and lonely, but so unhinged. It was the latter why I would refuse to listen, it was the reason that dream became a nightmare. He wouldn’t stop talking. His voice seemed to dig into my heart making my skin crawl with every sound of his I heard.
The Conquest: Written by the Sandman
I caressed my hand across your cheek, letting your face vanish between my fingers. It falls further and further in, my hand slowly fading leaving nothing but my arm that sinks further into your mind, I pull myself further and further in till I’m no longer in the world you walk every day. In your dreams I’m here, waiting, hoping that you’ll come find me. I wait at the edge of eternity, the edge of hope and salvation, whispering through the world hoping that you’ll hear me and come for me.
But alas, what is this? For what feels like days and I’ve yet to even see you near. Sinking through the floor like water through a drain I plunge into your mind to find where you are and at long last, I found you, but walking such a lonesome road. A purple dress whips rapidly as you walk, melding to the sky you could have been a bird and I wouldn’t have even known you were there. I never understood why you looked so scared. My words were so sincere.
I wait until you sleep, watching your body as it collapses and repairs, your mind reinvigorating, preparing to live again. Blowing dust over your eyes seeing the skin coated lids seal over the blanket of sight. I’ll write down your dream, effervescent thoughts bubbling in your subconscious, feeding my life, every dream a breath I breathe. Tell me a new story. Let me in to your darkest desires, passionate urges you’ll never know that only stem up from an unguarded mind, pictures turned to paintings into a cinematic showcases for you and I. I’ll hold your hand as you turn in your slumber.
You’re beautiful. If I would ask would you let me look at you with every turn? I’d watch as your hair falls into your face, catching between your lips. I’ll pull it away. Just to look.
If you let me I’ll be your lullaby. I’ll sing a song every night. The songs only dreamed by legendary musicians who never made it. I’ve secrets you’ll never see again. I can see deep into your mind, I can reach into you to find out every hidden fascination you’ve buried under the bricks of burdening chores. If you let me I’ll set you free. Don’t carry the world on your shoulders my love, not if it can be carried by someone else.
The Nightmare: Recovered Words from the Dreamer
My dreams of late have been harrowing, the only way I can describe them is by asking you to picture yourself in a dark storm. Now imagine every cloud in the sky has coated every inch of blue, the colours are black, purple, dark colours, the colours only seen in nightmares. There was no thunder, no noise, silence. Just clouds while I walked on a long never ending road. There was low cut grass in dying fields, a tree in the distance that only served the purpose of landscape. It never grew nearer. It just moved the closer I moved to it. For a moment, being in a dream, I assumed there was an escalator underneath my feet but all I could see was concrete and white line after white line dividing the road. A voice bellowed through this dark place, at first I was convinced it was the wind, then them more I listened the more I could hear that voice. It was a males, it seemed to sorrowful and lonely, but so unhinged. It was the latter why I would refuse to listen, it was the reason that dream became a nightmare. He wouldn’t stop talking. His voice seemed to dig into my heart making my skin crawl with every sound of his I heard.
The Conquest: Written by the Sandman
I caressed my hand across your cheek, letting your face vanish between my fingers. It falls further and further in, my hand slowly fading leaving nothing but my arm that sinks further into your mind, I pull myself further and further in till I’m no longer in the world you walk every day. In your dreams I’m here, waiting, hoping that you’ll come find me. I wait at the edge of eternity, the edge of hope and salvation, whispering through the world hoping that you’ll hear me and come for me.
But alas, what is this? For what feels like days and I’ve yet to even see you near. Sinking through the floor like water through a drain I plunge into your mind to find where you are and at long last, I found you, but walking such a lonesome road. A purple dress whips rapidly as you walk, melding to the sky you could have been a bird and I wouldn’t have even known you were there. I never understood why you looked so scared. My words were so sincere.
The Exorcism: Recovered Words from the Dreamer.
I saw that shadow come to me, the voice was familiar but the shadow was tall and crooked. Hunched like a crow pecking for food. His face gauntly white, why was he so white? How had I brought this on my own thoughts, a creating so vivid and horrifying? All I wanted to do was leave but as I tried to move my feet were frozen to the floor. The creature seemed perverted; a long tongue escaped his mouth, covered to the brim with saliva. It swooped to the floor and crept over my body, smelling me. The creature looked hurt, its eyes seemed to go on forever sinking into its own skull, hiding from whoever wished to look into them, as scared as I was I found myself endeared to this monstrosity. I tried to raise a hand but I was stiff with fear. The creature left a trail of sparkling clear tears as he ran off. I believe my fear scared him. I wish I could hear the words he said. Before I could think the floor opened up, a hell opened before me. Fires that I could feel even now as I speak, I think he was trying to save me, tried to give me hope, tried to save my dream from a nightmare. But the fear, it swallowed me whole.
The Recluse: Written by the Sandman
You looked so terrified I left your room. But my fair stranger, know I will be back one day soon. Just promise when I come next you hold your fear, let me vanquish your darkest thoughts. Let me make your nightmares disappear.
I saw that shadow come to me, the voice was familiar but the shadow was tall and crooked. Hunched like a crow pecking for food. His face gauntly white, why was he so white? How had I brought this on my own thoughts, a creating so vivid and horrifying? All I wanted to do was leave but as I tried to move my feet were frozen to the floor. The creature seemed perverted; a long tongue escaped his mouth, covered to the brim with saliva. It swooped to the floor and crept over my body, smelling me. The creature looked hurt, its eyes seemed to go on forever sinking into its own skull, hiding from whoever wished to look into them, as scared as I was I found myself endeared to this monstrosity. I tried to raise a hand but I was stiff with fear. The creature left a trail of sparkling clear tears as he ran off. I believe my fear scared him. I wish I could hear the words he said. Before I could think the floor opened up, a hell opened before me. Fires that I could feel even now as I speak, I think he was trying to save me, tried to give me hope, tried to save my dream from a nightmare. But the fear, it swallowed me whole.
The Recluse: Written by the Sandman
You looked so terrified I left your room. But my fair stranger, know I will be back one day soon. Just promise when I come next you hold your fear, let me vanquish your darkest thoughts. Let me make your nightmares disappear.
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