My branches tremor into the night
Under the scrutiny of a pale moon
Her light dances against the shadows, to shatter and scatter in with mine
Used, divinely inspired yet abused by its own kind,
bloodied and blinded, a sight for sore eyes
She’s worn down, a worm moon in the end times
The irony isn’t lost on me, mind open I see,
A tiny body standing before me, swooning,
I would have been frightened maybe,
if she hadn’t reached a hand gently to me.
Shh… don’t scream, I’m only a dream
Her touch told me, I watched myself sleeping
Peacefully, as if viewing a different version of things.
I followed my heart into their insanity only to watch it devouring everything.
It infected me, a toxic injection to dissolve my ego into their body.
A remedy came to absolve me, to keep me immune to the ammunition formed against me.
A word to the wise try the truth on for size, it only leads to the dark side’s demise.
A coat of armor, untouchable to the snakes and the flies, the most beautiful manifestation.
A natural immunity forming against the lies we’ve ingested before the great infestation.
The difference between the two sides is appalling,
pictures and signs to leave my skin crawling.
One moment I’m falling, then, I wake to the rooster calling.