Dreaming Death

It wasn’t from pain nor pleasure
It was from sorrow that I screamed
The eternal debt of death
was the knowledge of which I dreamed

As the layers of truth lay bleeding
Only with myself I lay pleading
Looking longingly to find a meaning
Unable to comprehend that I wasn’t dreaming

As it became more and more misty
I knocked on the doorsteps of honesty
I neither liked nor abhorred
But stared in awe as I adored

Indeed I was alive
More so than ever
I knew it was true
Death was forever