Thoughts - ToAndFro #3

Invisible I am, Invincible I am,
The light over devil, an angel called man
The power of invisibility, with scintillating roar
A silent vigilante, pure heart to core.

Tender I am, Tenacious I am,
The light over man, an angel called women.
Spreading love with contagious smile
A mannequin, swallowing her pride

With minimal thoughts, with minimal wants
Alive under mystical nights overcoming daunts
I dance, I live, I feel the air through me
I have different names but I unite to be

Yet the morning sun brings the nightmares alive
The monstrous thoughts in broad daylight.
Like a shadow it follows
Making us hollow and wallow.

The creatures are fantasy, maybe are just in my mind
Or maybe they are real, I still can't find
I can't sleep, I can't think, All I have is fear,
I'm shouting aloud, but the words, even I can't hear

So I shut out from the world , trapping myself in my mind
As the creatures I talk about are in my skin entwined
They scavenge out throughout the veins of my mind at night
And as human faces in broad daylight



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