Drifting through an endless sea of unconsciousness I find nothing.
After my encounter with the woman in white, life seems to stretch beyond my grasp.
Out of my reach.
I cannot catch up.
I'm chained in this dreamscape.
Never to escape the abhorrent confine of my damnation.
Forever lacerated day and night with the sorrow that now enshrouds my ever dying essence.
Because of her I will never leave.
I will never see the aura of happiness.
The dreams of the deceased float past me in hypnotic patterns.
I witness all.
I see all of your fears.
I know who you were.
With a slight touch I disintegrate those memories into ash.
They must feel what I feel.
Alone and left to rot away.
Within this somber cage of aphotic death and woe I live off of the tattered remains of the breathless.
Forever adrift in the realm of dreams.
My life.
My life was stolen from me.
I'll never get back to the ones I love.
If it weren't for these chains, I would float away.
I do not even exist.
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The Destroyer of Dreams
PoetryThe Lord of Sorrow treads through the dreams of all. Creating dreams of horror. Incenerating happiness. Rotting from the inside out he feels nothing but bitterness and complete sadness over what has become of his life. This is his journey as The De...
