dreams of fright.
I wish to heaven that my heart be light.
Okay, enough of rhyming.
I sink into the pit of black sludge where life is nothing and death is consuming.
Where did my life go? Nowhere.
Where am I going? Nowhere.
IS there hope? Not today, not yesterday…tomorrow? I don’t see it being that way.
Life is an endless path to one end. Does it matter when I choose for that end to come?
Nightmares of fright.
I wish for a soul of might.