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The Demon's Head #116: Dream catcher
May
22, 2013
Hello everyone, It's now Wednesday. Normally,
Wednesday wouldn't mark a huge day in the week, other than it telling it that
we're closer to Friday. Today, however, that's not the case. Today means that we
are one day removed from the release of "Six Feet Under" If you
haven't picked it up yet, you can do on Smashwords, and you can get "Six Feet Under" and "Life After Dark" both in a
dual pack on Amazon. Both are only $.99. That's enough of the shameless
self-promotion Let's take a look at today's
picture.
Dream
catcher
It
hangs by the head of my bed,
Protecting
me,
At
least that's what they say,
But
in reality,
What
it's doing,
Is
nothing at all,
They
said that it would protect my dreams,
And
leave the nightmares,
But
in fact,
The
nightmares,
Are
the only thing that seem,
To
slip through the crack,
Lately,
That's
all I seem to get,
Is
nightmares,
Every
night,
They
come to me,
Different,
But
same in their own sick way,
Clowns,
Spiders,
Snakes,
Death,
All
massive,
All
hunting me,
Chasing
me thorough the forest,
And
every time,
I
wake up,
As
I reach the cliff,
Overhanging
the water,
Every
day,
It's
exactly the same,
When
I wake up,
I
look at the catcher on the wall,
And
here lately,
I've noticed blood,
I've noticed blood,
Lots
of blood,
Just
caked to the outside,
I
wash it,
Though
I don't know why I owe it anything,
I
think that I want to believe,
That
things will be different,
If
I'm nice,
But
I know better,
I'll
hang it up just one more time,
See
if maybe I can get lucky
****
Weeks
have passed,
And
my nightmares have gotten worse,
There
is also more blood,
So
much more blood,
Leaking
off the walls,
Almost
as if,
Creeping
closer,
Closer
to me,
I'm
afraid of what may happen,
When
it finally reaches me,
I
could move,
But
in my gut,
I know that won't help,
I know that won't help,
I
don't know how,
Or
why I know that,
But
I do,
I
just wish I knew,
What
it wanted,
I
try to scrub away the blood,
So
they don't see,
But
it's almost becoming impossible,
I'm
losing my hope,
And
will,
To
care,
Maybe
tonight will be the night,
The
nightmares Take me,
****
This
forest,
It's
all too familiar,
I'm
running,
Chased
by everything,
That
I fear,
I
run,
Dodging
the trees,
Almost
now,
Out
of memory,
I
can't do anything about it,
I
run,
And
run,
I
know it's coming,
Almost
counting the steps til it does,
This
time,
Almost
as if not thinking,
I
don't stop,
Instead
I run,
Jump
into the waterfall,
And
take a breath as I hit the water,
And
the world goes dark,
****
We
found him this morning,
He
was in bed,
The
walls were a blood red,
Almost
inviting in a way,
The
dreamcatcher,
That
our dad gave him,
Before
he died,
Was
tethered,
And
tangled,
And
caked in blood,
He
was covered in blood,
Head
to toe,
Almost
as if he'd bathed in it,
And
the dreamcatcher,
When
they took it down,
Had
its loom twisted,
Almost
into the shape,
Of
a sinister smile,
About
The Piece
"Dream
Catchers" was literally out of nowhere. In fact it's one of those pieces
that I absolutely love because it comes out of nowhere. I write it, and it just
happens. Those are the fun pieces that you write as an artist and I think that
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Until
the next time you want to take a trip through the gates of hell, and into the
demon's head, I'm Kyle Robinson wishing you a safe trip back to the surface.
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