The things I see behind closed eyes,
Actions in visions, drawn up when cold,
Scenes in dreams, making blood run cold.
Thrashing through sweat, soaking tense thighs,
Living this life, it comes no surprise.
Delighted by strife, others are shown,
Trying to fight, breaking free from mold.
So why then fear when demons arise?
Questioning values thought to be smart,
Powering light, by becoming dark,
Driven by love, to heal aching heart,
Infinitely opened from the start,
Stopping in waves, a collective mark,
Lifetimes enslaved, now time to engage.