Summer Night Curse

Madness is the way my blue eye analyzes the void, gazing at the color the fairies leave, when the moon howls savagely into the soul of the night the lust for blood to drain, licking the knife with a lithe tongue Death slow, curse of a witch of last summer daughter of night sad that dripped sweat and moisture of an hour of darkness I can stand it, I said, to the elves that haunted the entrance to my airy lobotomy feed on my thoughts, suck my mind with thirst. I can stand it, I said again... A cold monkey with claws promising eternal pain lusted after my flesh as demons, elves, fairies and witches kissed my mouth goodbye. Formless form of immaterial matter, forged out of nothingness raped my erratic breath inhalation turned to ice, exhalation to ash, the monkey's claws chords of merciless screams. And then I became a child again... I redeemed myself, I don't know how I died, waking up in a dream or did i daydream about my death?