Lovely Dreams

Heart dead.

soul in hand.

drowning in

a bloody ocean.

pain swimmng in

an endless flow.

rust stained razor

dropping to a stone bottom.

water rains down.

life dripping away.

an undying abyss.

screeching white light.

soundless black darkness.

death

has

arrived.

coming to take

what soul belongs to him

mine.

so pale.

no life blooming.

lifeless in illuminating

mistakes.

death never tasted so

tempting.

sudden cold feels the room.

his breath

wispy as the air

surrounding us.

he speaks

but is not heard.

horrible screehing.

menacing darkness.

was this manifestation

of death

a reality?

could this have

been death wanting

to be a salvation

from a seering infestation

of daily pain?

it seems this

may have just been

one of my many

Lovely Dreams.