No Light To See the Tunnel

A prism of darkness splits the despair into shafts of depression Soaking my soul with licks of putrid thoughts that strangle the life inside Sleep the great pacifier shreds and distorts the mundane to a pulp of unrealized truths.Dreams the cure for reality. Reality the assassin of our imagination. We the lost and unfound standing together and seeing the future leave as the past holds us cradled in its pitiful wake. Life hurts but what does death hold maybe the promise of no pain or the entisement of non-existence. Always wondering what it would be like not to feel.