The Bright White Nothing at the End of the Tunnel - Thantifaxath

Desperate

Dreaming up feelings

Dreaming up thoughts

Forgotten purpose forgotten name

Nightmares connected to chains

Chains that drag me all over the earth

Dreaming up death dreaming up birth

Distraction

Created by motion and light

Distraction

Is all that is left

Reversal of self

Reversal of light

Reversal of hope

Is all that is left

In this womb I am bleeding, bleeding to death

Tendrils escaping vines growing out of your chest

Deeper and deeper forever drowning in rivers of concrete and ash

I would dream of crowds, lights, buildings

I would dream of cities and vast highways

This dream that I am something more

Than the panic thoughts of a dying universe

So cold, so vast, nothing.

no sleep.

no dream.

Cannot wake