Dragged Down...

I rage in the darkness,
I’m furious in the daylight.
I panic, I scream then
I lose focus, my distorted vision
sees the persistent rise of evil.
From the bowels of hell
its presence emanates.
It fills my consciousness,
my world, my universe.
I no longer exist, I am absorbed
by the presence of evil.
I stand in line, with other souls,
waiting to do its bidding.
It deals evil like a player deals cards.
Each card aims for the destruction
of another soul to expand its fold.
Evil destroys in order to build the
band of doomed souls it needs.. The weak,
the lost, the confused, the addict,
the drunk are weak and easy prey.
My card is love. No, I can’t , I’m evil,
she is not.  She isn’t weak, isn’t lost,
just the opposite.This line of
of dammed souls is waiting to reign
destruction and heart ache on the
unsuspecting and the vulnerable.
I refuse to damage the only good
thing I’ve known in this life.
The black shapes drag me down
toward the red glow below, I feel the heat.
Then, I wake up, breathless,
I’m warmed by the sun,
She sleeps soundly beside me.
A dream, a lesson Time for a change?
Women, a curse or, in this case, a blessing.