Art-Twisted Side

Creeks and leaves run along the border Mayhap I shall see his face once more I begin to see bizarre sights with eyes wide open Single lights and colors rotating and evolving Flashing in and out of focus before my sleepless eyes Then the bees come out of the wall, giant bees I blink away the bees but then I walk toward our bed the window blinds seem to be open and light is streaming in the window. Branches are waving at me and I remember there is no tree at our window. I get scared, more than ever before; the bees come at me again, gieant bees. Why is this happening to me? Am I dying, having a stroke? Did the fevers fry my brain? The scenes keep flashing and demon red eyes appear and start to consume my family but Jesus pushes the demon down and saves me and my family. The morning breaks and I am glad...