My nightmares

The skies are jet black, and cloudy.
Strewn with ashes from fires below.
Shattered glass, burning flesh, bloody streets.
And pain more than youll ever know.

My hopes are safe, but forgotten,
Buried deep beneath my bruised heart,
Hidden to save its own meaning,
But the contents forgotten in part.

Demons, risen from the forbidden hell,
Chant lures to the innocent young.
The world breathes in chaos, and now drinks in sin,
With its slit throats and blackened lungs.

The world is enslaved by fire,
Its inhabitants face the pain,
Of curses and killings and torture,
With nothing but death now to gain.

Lives are just large waves of hunger,
Along with feeding storms of thirst.
The only hopes are that of dark ones.
No one thinks of breaking the curse.

Smiles are foreign, like laughter.
Tears fall as steady as stars.
But their time will pass someday soon, I hope.
Or perhaps someday pretty far.

The clouds will fill with sweet water,
Pressure will build till the clouds burst.
And rain will fall, dimming the fires.
Rain will fall, breaking the curse.

But now I must hold to the shards,
Of myself buried inside, so deep.
For now I must endure this nightmare,
this hell that i visit each sleep.