Jan 12, 2006 21:25
I fear I have died inside. I wish for the deep sleep that death brings. Let the sweet sorrow of sleep consume me, let it show on the outside as it does from the inside.
I have dreamed of death, it consumes me. I do not lie and wonder of death, I pray for it. For it has enveloped me in the deep breaths of life.
Life, the due corse of all nature. And yet it does not show itself. I have gotten the visit from the vertuous god of death, sleep, slumber, dreams.
Oh! I pray for the visit. I pray for the night I fall into the dream, I fall to the deep rest of death. It fills me with such hopeful desires. To die, to live eternally inside my dreams, and yet I sit. I sit awake and wonder when it is to come to me. I sit in the glorious temptation to go meet death for myself.
I sit, I sit, I wait. I wait for the slumber, the sleeping death. The dread I feel inside will soon consume me if not for my dreams. Death to find me, and yet it does not.
It will come, but will it be soon enough?
Oh! Death! I yell for it, yet it does not come. I will meet it, the sweet slumber, I shall find it within myself. I shall meet with it.