Dead by Dawn

At the core of the frustrating human weakness, your permanent abode always exists.

In the very heart of human powerlessness,

your sarcastic laughter can be heard so loudly, emerges from your creepy lasting residence.

The smell of the deep bleeding wounds, always entice you into getting out of your appalling cave.

Roam the earth, feed on the sadness of the vulnerable, pitiful, helpless ones. 

Ruthlessly attack the lost and the misled ones, away from their trodden roads.

 Into the fragile hearts of the naive, you tear the germinative dreams of the hopeful dreamers apart.

Instead, demonically, plant into their green hearts, the seeds of doubt, anxiety, and the confounding uncertainty.

Mercilessly, throw them into a hazy world of ambiguous vague vision,

and an insidious vicious circle of self-doubt and humiliating worthlessness.

Spread your ancient idea about the superiority of your fiery nature,

over the humble, meek, peacemakers, in the midst of your arrogant, fiery, filthy world.

Crush them with your unrealistic artificial fears and illusion,

which you always cast into their overconfident trusting hearts in your suggestive words.

Trap their innocent childish souls into your favorite propagated fallacy of your perpetual darkness,

 and the death of the inevitable upcoming dawn.

I am not sure if I have done anything wrong in my past life or not,

to be punished by seeing your stupid sarcastic face,

wherever I go, or try vigorously to seek my dreams in this world,

and hearing your empty threat of swallowing my soul,

into your horrific darkness, when you see any trace of hopeful simile on my face.

But I am so sure about making you swallow my crushing shoe,

when I crush your ugly head under the feet of the ever-existing, unquenchable, dazzling, upcoming, bright dawn.