Silence.

The silence of dreams.

Dreams of fire and brimstone.

And falling,

falling towards oblivion.

Dreaming of,

Nothingness.

I grasp at straws of salvation.

The dreams comfort me,

day in and day out.

Don't you see?

It's the only thing that cares;

The only thing that seems to want me.



Dreaming.

Dreaming of others like me.

Oh! How they cling to their precious life!

But the monster comes out of the fire,

ripping the flesh of those who refuse.

Their meek little minds failed to comprehend it all.

They failed to see the simplicity and logic.

But I saw.

For I soon realized,

that this place of decaying souls,

of demons of the night,

and of lakes of fire and flesh,

is the end of the dream,

and the beginning of,

Reality.



By: Roy Quebedeaux