Awake

I see it in my dreams.

Endless rows of stone pillars, dank air

That fills one with dread and fear.

The voices cry out in dark, telling compelling stories about

Destiny, love, life and death.

Sorrow fills the void and the unescapable sensation of imprisonment, damnation and

Neverending escape

Looms in the air.

Stories they whisper

Every word are a burden only too heavy, my body aches, but my soul craves freedom, warmth, love, compassion.

Awakening is a gift, but every visit leaves me less and less, and the dreams of the netherworld and the

Damned souls that inhabit it

Takes more and more.