The Awakening

The Awakening

I dreamt of fireflies,
Leading the way to your soul.
The scent of perfection floats in the air.
Blinding mists escape from the cracks of Hades
Standing alone on a bridge as thin as a sword
Waiting to be judged by the apocalypse of love
Screaming from the top of my lungs,
No one around to hear me.
I hear the ticking of the clock in my mind
Heart beating, lips bleeding
The buzzing begins to fade away…
The dark void that is in between is insane and insecure
Motionless we fall to the floor
Guilty of our faults we seek for help
But who do we turn to but ourselves?
Crashing cars and spinning heads,
The lifeless eyes of the very dead.