What the fuck am i doing,
Wandering the colored halls
Of this psychedelic hell?
I have so many fantasies.
Vision.
The real hell is reality,
There’s nothing left in life.
My mind wanders.
What will i say when my moment comes?
What will death feel like?
I look death square in the face
And say,
“I want to know.”
I tire of this life,
I truly am not afraid.
There is nothing left.
“Show me your dream.”
I close my eyes
And surrender to the soft
Almost inaudible sounds of eternity.
“I want to escape this moment.” I plead.