Lucid Dreaming

I saw Jesus at my feet. I was 6 years old when these haunting episodes began to disturb me - thus changing my life forever. During these nights since, I have been swallowed in thru my subconscious, telling me how far my soul could be fed in dreams. The places I've been to are vast lucid, to the point I have mastered the art of control. Such recurrences I would fly off in a trance a retrograde of forces opposing life. I would taste the scent of blood coming out of death's scythe. Vivid visions guide me into clarity - that faith is real and the only possession I could embrace.

I saw Jesus at my feet. I could drive my eyes straight looking at my body, asleep and lifeless. The mocking sound fades and back, tranceiving from channeled curiosity. I tend to dig deep not realizing amazing discoveries. I could touch my face, smell the heat of the earth, drink in so lucious food that's never bitter but satisfying. Flowing with the river, my spirit never aches. The more it played with zephyr, the more it soothed. Life has never been so real.

I saw Jesus at my feet. I may have died countless times I've been lored by beings I would'nt see, but felt. Intensely it strangled me tight up my neck down inside my spine. I could never utter even mumbles. Breathing sighs are helpless and weak. Immobility is present. I could only hear vibrations of the unknown. So strong it leads me to the faint of giving up. Slowly I am defeated. A horrifying giggle comes into my ear daunting, frightening the whole of my existence.

I saw Jesus at my feet. I looked at him straight in the eye. He wanted to tell me something I know. How I ignored these signs! It seems the devil has forgotten to remind me of the consequences. He always does defying stigma. The good battle has it's limits he says. Lovely time I am taking it all out from you. I ever wished to hold you dear. In my captive you will be safe. You will be immortal. You will be mine.

I saw Jesus at my feet. With exhausted hands I stressed myself retaliating revenge. I am to cease this war for once - an effort for redemption. I shook hands with death. I saw it coming in thousand currents. Streaming hums now clearer at distorted shape defeaning. A withered vision still to losing. Limbs agonized, shackled, wrecked. Bones shivered. Sanity shut. Breath gone.

Dear God save me.
I gasped for air.