shadows of the abyss ( A Compilation Of Dark Poetry)

My Nightly Escape:

In bed at night, my subconscious overflows,

Beauty and chaos in my minds eye grows and grows.

I drown in imaginary fiction,

And I ponder this depiction.

A momentary relief from reality's stress,

Sometimes I long to stay this, I confess.

As wakefulness draws near,

I cling to the memories of this dream, hoping for them not to disappear.

I keep some for a rainy day,

For when I need to drift away.