Nothing but black floats over head,
Surrounded by this dark, dank suffering,
I exude heightened visions of the dead
But alas this is but a simple dream. (or is it)
Death separated at birth,
lost within my fractured walls.
Life’s portrayal of something wicked,
unimaginable anxieties dwell inside this heart.
Gaining fuel at the hands of a martyr,
your sacrificial lamb.
Fires raging underneath layers of muddled tissue.
A sweet furious incarnation,
emerges from these flames of wonder.
all whilst engulfed in a surrendered dream.