This is a SILENT night--spinning round....and round

EMPTY...mocking...a twilight

fading with this awakening-

A madness-

SILENT DREAMING...

of a life holding onto

LOVE-

screaming-

a passion still fading away.

Beauty...bleeding-
a meaning too far for me to

BEILEVE- feeding-
something unreachable,
a desire not meetable

for my soul to thrive upon this-
alive within this-

DEMON-
possessed with a desire to win-
although-

winning is never an option,
because life is far forgotten,
in this carrousel lost in darkness,
round and round-not far from
DEATH-to love
DEATH-to life
DEATH-to freedom

YES--all freedom
DREAMING-

but never beileving....just empty.