Free

I see you staring, invading the very essence of my dreams. Flaring and expressive - your wild and un-tamed prejudice spilling all across your face, like streams running wild, wicked without aim. You are the night that claws at the sun as it declines. You take your transient throne upon the Moon and bask in the backward glory. You wear every failure as a sharpened thorn upon your crown. Shadows are your shackles; you bind our dreams. As we fear your savage wrath we empower you. You feed on the death of optimism. All evil stems from you; from fear. Ignoring you the light trickles in, your hold depletes. You decline to depths unseen, retreat. I shun the night - grant the day my eye's full stare. I can sense you in the darkness, I can feel your envious glare. You push me on to achieve the light. To grip, to grasp all the flickers of colour. To look up always - retain my sight.