The corruption of his restless dreams.

A very dark piece that I wrote quite sometime ago. Very illustrative with words, and Gothic in ambiance.

In my restless dreams,
I'm abandoning my moral sanity
In my relentless Illusion
I'm waiting for you In our special place.

I'm trudging through the sea of corpses. Never laying to rest to love another breath.

In my psychological prison,
I'm weeping in front of judgment.
The darkness swallows guilty begging.

In the shadows of his blood stained wings.
The maggots feast on the unforgiving.

In my benighted discourse
In the room
In my restless dreams.

I'm waiting for you...In our special place.

Author's Note

Please Enjoy!

Reviews

[Azrael]

I enjoyed it but it was rather dark.
but then again who am I to talk?