Before I was too old
Should’ve been asleep
My blood turned to frosty cold
Didn’t ask my soul to keep
Praying before bed
Is not something that I do
I think of what the Bible said
How I will be renewed
Then the whole room turned to black
Except for a single face
Red with horns on his ugly mask
That turned out not to be fake
He told me where I would be left
Down beneath the soil
Where fire burned like dragon’s breath
Water hot enough to boil
If I didn’t follow him there
He’d have me carried below
By the fallen angel who would take care
Of throwing me down low
I tried, oh God, I tried
Prayed up above to set me free
Apparently in hell nobody cries
The first would not be me
Then my eyes finally returned
The fog cleared from my head.
I had no marks from being burned
The devil freed me back to bed
I ran faster than my ruminating fears
Crying with pain in eyes
They asked me about why I had tears
I told them it was my time
Told them all about the red
And big horns sticking out
Evil grin and what he said
How he took me so far down
I couldn’t stop from freaking out
Until they said I was wrong
They listened to each of my shouts
They hugged until I calmed
As a little girl I was scared
That’s not normal for me to think
They told me they found nothing there
It was only a scary dream
I know it wasn’t in my head
Not an image in my sleep
It wasn’t a late night thought in bed
I know he had talked to me
Maybe that’s why I am who I’ve been
First sign of losing touch
I’ve lost it several times since then
But not nearly this much
The older I get, the more I see
My brain doing flips
How common this happens to me
My mind playing its tricks
Fear will never hold me back
And if the devil decides
He wants to threaten to attack
The victory will be mine
Beautifully Bipolar 