This poem is about a "person" who keeps have nightmares about these three demonic figures.
I usually don't give away the real meanings, I like to hear what others interpret it as.


The Devil, The Reaper, The Shadow and Me

I just might be losing it, losing all my self-control.
Like a bad dream that I'm paralyzed to visualize, to set my self in scene.
And on axis my head will spin into a dream.
Like the dismal dragon contorting in the belly,
of the machine that lies within the bowel,
of this devil's personal winch.
Oh how he looks at you with pleading eyes,
but deep within he's grinning from ear to ear.
Eager to please, and eager to weaken.
He smiles at me, rubbing the dust out from his eye.
Claims he just might leave if I do not refuse,
to have my blood have signed his bargain.
And yet when I wake there's nothing there.

After all, I might just be going quite insane,
breaking boundaries between what's real or make believe.
And then my head will go to spinning,
on its axis like the earth.
Then it all comes crashing down,
but not a single soul's around.
Scythe in hand he greets me,
I am the devil's strong right hand.
No flesh at all, draped in a shadow's veil.
Eager to please, and eager to bother.
He reaches closer, pointing in my direction.
To kill me with a single touch,
unless I keep on running.
And yet when I wake there's nothing there.

My mind is like a golden trap,
to lock these foes away.
But as my head goes to spinning,
off its axle with the earth,
it all comes crashing down.
In the deepest darkness was a shadow,
whose fleeting smile went dim,
as he proceeded to take me on, to ruin all my life.
Eager to please, and eager to worry.
This shadowy figure from all my nightmares,
oh how hard he's to describe.
His eyes are filled with envy, how he covets all my name.
And yet when I wake he lingers there.

I must be losing it, losing all my self-control.
This devil's angel's in my nightmares,
how they curse me till I fall.
This reaper's in my window,
to try to rot within my soul.
What if my eyes have been decieved?
This shadowy figure from all my nightmares,
now staring back at me from across the mirror.



Poetry by Jeff
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Written on 2007-03-08 at 19:16

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Zoya Zaidi
A good penetration into the psyche of a troubled mind having recurring nightmares; they can be very harrowing and can certainly lead to madness!
If dreams are the stirring of our subconscious mind then this is indicative of a deep sense of guilt, and captures that feeling beautifully!
A well-narrated and almost racy piece! Good flow too!
((Hugs))
Welcome to the bay!
Love, Zoya
2007-03-08


Individuality
a good piece though some editing needed which i have noted below.

on it's axis like the earth - its rather than it's
off it's axle with the earth - same applies here
who's fleeting smile went dim - whose rather than who's as who's is saying who is
nightmare's, - nightmares, no apostrophe needed
What if my eyes have been decieved? - deceived - i before e except after c
2007-03-08