Dream of Insanity

Sitting on the edge, of real and make believe.
trying not to fall so hard to keep myself from sleep. A dream a cloud a maze, no sound.
Raining over Life in the most complexities of greif. a spool of thread, unraveling, showing inner emotions as they peak.
A horror film, morbid functions...
unlady like they may seem.
Drenched in blood, a dagger,
falling, slow motion out of a lifeless hand,
a girl... poor thing.
dead before she could embrace it herself.
She`s unliving from the world.
A masterful unholiness of living death,
taking the first steps after fully going under,
reviving in this world of make believe.
Numbness courses through every inch of her being, a cancerous attraction.
begging to feel, wanting to be hersef again, knowing its too late.
a zombie of sorts. clawing, her own pale skin, until blood of black sheds,
dyeing the ground the shade her vision fades to... and slowly feeling comes back as her body detteriorates to dust, screams echo through the night as she exists no more...