Wretched while the pale moon hangs from the ceiling.
The giggling of the shadow children as they dance to the stars.
Your hands that hold the secrets and mysteries to the universe.
Your kiss before disappearing from this beautifully cruel world.
This miscreation I have become as I am awoken from this nightmare, by you.
For this universe to close in on itself as we clutch each-other's hands tightly.
Up next to you in the compassion that extrudes from your body.
To faint whispers hiding within the darkness.
Waking From This Never Ending Nightmare