Midnight Visions

I saw her again...
Peering through the clinking chains
Of my curtains.
Pure white hair
Overlapping flawless alabaster skin...
She smiled.

Even through my static fogged brain
Overwhelmed by the swirling colors,
And the monotonous buzzing noise
Of the snow flickering on and off
In my television screen eyes.

-A child without a face.-

The very phantom from my nightmares
Plucking innocently on the keys
Of the ancient piano resting before her
(TooAfraidToBlink)

The only corrupted child
Of my imagination.
(One that would have
The most vehement pro-life individual
Begging for an abortion.)

[And I know you know
What I'm talking about.]

I had another dream again...
(You know the ones)
Where I wake up
Clutching to the comforting fabric
of my bed sheets.
Where the constant begging
Of my mind to erase these visions
Go ignored...

Still trying to grasp
The faint image
Of this Demon Child's face.

But all I get in response
Is the tattered dress she wears,
With the skirt that flutters out
Fanning around her scraped knees,
Singing a lullaby
In an unknown language.

And my life has become
A chess game on pause.
My feet still planted on the black square...
Waiting for the bottom to drop out...
And for my opponent to make his next move.

It's not about winning.
It's about...
control.

I had the dream again.