The Dream

Adrift in the coldness of a dream A laughter echoed with shivery Haunting every unredeemed souls Of those who are denied and weary. Echoing yells and constant weeps Those cries are more excruciating Others trapped in a slime head deep Of treachery, lies and self-deceiving. That laughter grow increasingly To every dampen corner faintly lit Eerie eyes on every candle bases Grudgingly watches a soul to slip. Of what could be worst of them all A view from afar of a soul left alone Wondering what it did long before In its eyes, it was me all along.