Flashing lights, screaming fans

Flashing lights,

Screaming fans,

I feel the fear rising,

The pulse beating,

The fears return during the nights,

My eyes close shut,

The images reappear,

Flashing lights,

Screaming fas,

You're there,

With a camera ready,

ready to expose me...

Ready to expose the lies...

The hatred,

The fear,

Flashing lights,

Screaming fans.

A dark side to nature.

Writing this poem a question occurs,
what is nature?
The simple answer is easy,
it's something that happens naturally.
If that is true,
then humans are part of nature to.
Now I view nature differently,
I used to see,
a bird singing in a tree.
Or some-thing pretty and green,
wishing to be seen.

Now to me nature is dark,
nature is a perv hiding behind a bush in a park.
Nature is some-one crying,
while at the same time,
some-one else will be lying.
Nature is sadness,
as I can't seem to find any gladness.
Nature is evil.
To us our world is normal,
natural.
Now I view nature differently,
we are nature,
us, you me.

A closed door

If you start to peak through a door,
not knowing whats on the other side,
your speedy beating heart becomes sore,
you are terrified.
You may see the same as me,
uless through your eyes,
you see the world differently.
Maybe you'll see all the way to the skies,
now use the key,
to see what I see,
I see the whole world,
staring at me.