The Waiting…

This life is a dream, a dream within dreams
Solitude is a painful reality that screams
Everything else is dream
Dreams within dreams with dreams without dreams

I serve a punishment without any end
In a fathomless dark chasm
For a crime I didn’t commit.
I follow the path without direction Wherever it may lead
Scratching memories to bleed

Gushing rivers of tears without an end

Every second pulls me close
To the neverlasting hope of love and pretend
Through the Sparks of twilight I Rose.

It hurts to read the words carved in my heart

I look around, but the darkness inside my eyes so bright.
Darkens the brightest rays of light.

I still look back, in despair. All in vain now because it’s dark everywhere.