Dream Boy.

A cold rainy night.
Sky grey not starry bright.
All around me empty of life.
Atmosphere heavy one could cut it with a knife.
Rain runs down my cold rosy cheeks.
The stench of dampness heavily reeks.
On i walk through the rain and cold.
Knowing soon my soul will be sold.
Through the grey sky lightening strikes.
And past me the devils angels ride by on their bikes.
Soon i know i will be there.
And to the devil my soul i will bare.
I ask myself my soul why do i sacrifice.
Into a regime of debauchery and vice.
A loud voice shouts soon you’ll be mine.
And on your soul my hells angels will dine.
My skins pore’s monsoonly sweat.
The i am awoke by the early morning fly over holiday jet.
I realise i was nightmarishly dreaming.
And from my face a relieved smile was broadly beaming.