the night does not treat me kindly, my soul get battered and bruised in these dreams of mine, making me more tired then before sleep befell me... a terrible darkness surrounds my soul even though im in a feild of the greenest green with flowers as bright as the sun... i stay silent and walk these beautiful feild of crimson flowers and olive tone grass... waiting for the danger which waits up ahead... lurking waiting for me to do something... anything... moving slowly yet never moving at all... no one else stands in this feild of flowers and grass except me and this darkness... it waits and learns silently about me and i learn of it.. i feel its presence... dark and menecing knowing the truth behind its honey coated lies that the wind carries to my ears... ignoring it the silence that cuts through that perfect feild i walk farther... the wind comes and chops down the flowers like a syth, turning them black as death... i walk on my silece golden... the grass turns sharp and cutz my sides... the edges of this demented dream become blurred with reality as the pain cuts through into my arms and legs... screaming i wake up grabbing my sides.. all is whole except for my living soul... its battered and bloodied... i let it rest while im awake... finding a safe haven somewhere where the darkness wont fall... staying hidden in the light till twilight falls over the land and the war starts again in that perfectly bloodied feild...