The Surge - Ion Dissonance

The break of dawn brings forth, the tragic completion of rupture

It feels as though nothing is what it seems, nightmares overwhelm my dreams

Causing this, nauseating feeling inside my gut

At night, cruel are these dreams which I envision throughout my mind

As we lay intertwined here, enshrouded by the feeling of placidity

Every aspect distinguishably as clear as could be, and I never felt more alive

then when I dream of you

The irony of it all leads to questioning, and thus brings on fear

My thoughts clouded with uncertainty

I am at battle with my inner demons

I remember the contours of your lips, graciously pressed so tightly against mine

Now, I’m left to wonder

Uncertain these nightmares are in fact a dream

While you slept I crept up to your room, careful not to make a sound

I marvelled at such utter beauty, the unstableness maddening

I carve through your abdomen, witnessing your eyes fade from brown to grey

The surge brought me to my knees, as I permeate your chest plate, and now,

feel the true meaning of having your heart ripped out, straight from your

chest cavity

Wither and die away already