Ending Dreams: Nightmare Rise

Sometime after the pen stroke of midnight,

I ponder on my human flaws.

A river of desperate sorrow flows through my canals.

Vanity strokes my lethargic flame.

Deep contemplation brings to my timeless mind,

obsessive qualities of my deformities.

From the first words to my last day,

I feel a burden upon my soul to find freedom from imperfection.

Errors are natural to flesh bone,

but to achieve release of mortality is an ultimate pleasure.

Yes indeed,

my depressive state is a bit raw,

but to engrave the information globe of the Gods upon this temple,

is a blessing that cannot be comprehended by common minds.

Shadows of denial and despair always fill the rotting holes in my body.

Father of time writes personal history into tomes,

all of these lives shelved by his will.

Somewhere my personal fate waits for me,

neither good nor bad until I circulate the hands of my actions.

Days become cold like winter’s heart.

My eyes bleed from overwhelming decay.

To the dreams,

I give my last breath and to these nightmares I’ll find my eternal death in them.