Nonexistence

Dreams come alive.

Nonexistent, I am void

Black curtains, now weightless,

Ill fade away.



Without sight,

not a whisper in the wind.

The darkest thoughts,

The truest words,

The realest sense drowned in a world of illusion,

Amidst the grey and toil.



We have become

Body of the sun

The spectral breath

in the astral sea,

Amidst the grey and toil.