Missing the Light

Short Poem. Enjoy!

Sometimes…
Sometimes…

My friends are cold…
Breath too.

I wake up in a rift between spaces
Shattered and destroyed.

Savages in nature, consuming
Fleshy meat.

Where vultures prey upon my skin
Waiting for a chance.

Lost between both sides of this
Plane.

Lost between black and white.

Sometimes…
Sometimes…

I miss the light.

Author's Note

Be Truthful, even if it hurts but at the same time try to be constructive.