I don't sleep much anymore, when I do its either nightmares, or visions of you. To me, having you in my dreams is the same as having a nightmare. Cause when I wake, you're not in my arms. Who are you? My guiding star that keeps me moving forward? I yearn to finally feel you under my fingers, to have your scent fill my senses...
I grin at the prospect of your image, I anticipate the embrace we'll have. Will the dance last a lifetime, or will it end the moment we touch? Grasping to know the answer, I believe, is what drives my dreams to you. Or would it be why the images turn to hell?
At my behest, I would call upon hell itself to a battle, to know where my nightmares no longer plague me, where I know who you are...I would fight with my soul, to see my dreams become heaven.
The way I ponder the outcome is far beyond logical reach; and when reality comes into focus, my perspective is clear....
This life has been betwixed, death can be the sweetest escape from a torment far worse than an eternity in hell created.