• erickpratt 9w

    Death's Dreamer

    I scream, oh, how I scream,
    From the pain that has become me.
    I dream, but I never dream;
    A nightmare for all eternity.
    The pain – too much, this pain!
    The pain in my mind does not cease.
    This torture, that I became,
    It spreads through me like disease.
    Burning, fires burning,
    In my head like a kiln.
    My life, in time, retreating,
    Into the heart of that kiln.

    Life’s breath becomes death,
    And soon becomes undone.
    By the never, through which ever,
    Can always be not one.

    ©erickpratt