Sleep...

Let the sleeping man lie. His head is being filled with what reality can not provide to him. His dreams carry him away from the things that cause him harm when his eyes are wide. The lights and flashing of the outside world brings tears to his eyes and he can't handle what is out there so he sleeps. All day and all night. He doesn't cry out in fear for in this state he is safe. This was his escape. Eyes close and the world is gone and in it's place is his own land where things work for him. No crime, no law enforcement, no evil, no good, no death, no life except for him. He is the lone figure in this place. Him and him alone in a world where things are always one lie from unraveling at the seams.

The owl, the bear, the wolf, and the tiger.

I got lost in the forest once, fell and hit my head. Lost consiousness and woke up in a strange place. Blurry vision formed hazy outlines of great beasts standing and lying around me. Into focus my eyes could finally see in detail what they were. A menagerie of beasts. A bear, a tiger, a wolf, and an owl. They all took turns whispering in my ear making sure the other three could not over hear.
"I am the wisdom in your mind", said the owl
"I am the goodness in your heart", said the bear
"I am the hatred in your soul", said the wolf
"I am the courage in your body", said the tiger
They all said what they had to say and left the area to which I lied. From that day on every step I took was in unison with theirs. The owl's wisdom, the bear's love, the wolf's hatred and the tiger's courage was my guiding light to which I would follow.

Day dreams and reality

I never sleep so what are these dreams that my mind creates? Am I in a constant state of day dreaming. Morphing reality and its every speck into my new world. I take apart the day and put it back together my way. Is this why I can't sleep? My mind is always filled with these pleasant and sometimes horrendous images of my reality. They keep my mind buzzing and I am constantly trying to escape the hive. To sleep, I'm sure it is a marvelous experience. To close your eyes and forget everything. Is it really that great?

Humans

These are the days we cashed. Turned to ashes and tossed away. Ran into the ground by our actions and driving us increasingly mad. We a race that can not hold each other in an embrace but yet we wear the blood of our brothers. The oceans are our tears and the clouds our dreams we can not touch. We a race that hides intentions and decieve the heart and mind. We a race of unloving fools who can't see past the wool pulled over our eyelids.

From the wolf's mouth

Sheepish lambs and false coated wolves.
Bearing teeth but hiding their claws.
Prowling, forest runners.
Setting eyes upon prey and sinking teeth in.

Decomposition

I struck with stones and watched you decompose. Your color faded and you turned pale. Seeping back into the earth and breaking down to simple minerals. Dead and gone your lizard skin. Back to the earth, back to the start.