Flowing Streams and Infinite Dreams

My tears descend

Foreshadowing the end

Black clouds percolate my head

Bounded by the lonely dead

You convene to the harvest of fears

And crush my spirit with wasted years

My heart shakes with seismic remorse

Coiled up, then wrenched out by an evil force

My eyes are dead

My soul has fled

Cold, vacant, emptiness

Bereft by my recklessness

My evil revolts and contorts

My resistance falls short

I can no longer run

For the war has begun

Tragedy crumbles life relentlessly

Evil has fomented this grim agony

Being plagued by an affinity to pain

Makes life all the more mundane

Demons assault me with hate

And I finally comprehend my fate

Flowing Streams of blood and tears

Nothing in my life is clear

Gaze into infinity, the shadows are so vast

Total nothingness creates peace at last

The expansive realm is materialized in mist

A reclusive little world in my midst

Translucent images twist inside

Effortless reveries in which I confide

I spawned a singular passion and intent

On the pursuit of luminous merriment

Nothing is impossible

Everything is reversible

Here is my alternative to the world’s scorn

In these phantasmagoric dreams I’m reborn

Taking slow steps away from pain

Below the surreal sky and silver rain

Ascetic and closed are my eyes

Consequently, the pain slowly dies

I have become a slave to my dreams

And forgotten how the wicked fire gleams

Lost inside intangible realms of futile hope

Life slaps me in the face and I can’t cope

Cast out from my paradoxical haze

The crimson blood marks the end of days

My fickle world dissolves into thin air

Everything is shattered but I don’t care

So much for this realm of infinite dreams

The ember in your eyes brightly gleams

When consumed by lies

Everything dies…