--Clarity--

Existence is not.

Life is.

Scarred by the legends of tomorrow, wreaths of immortality echo.

Silently.

Stirred by the rustlings of darkened day, Dawn sleeps-

Unawakened

By the stealthy dusk, in its tiptoeing madness;

A frenzy of tap-dancing raindrops fall

As the broken sun fades Casting clouds of burnt amberInto galaxies of no colour.

Yet death survives from the futures past.

A broken world- illusions dream

Realitys curse, shrouded in torment?

The warmth of heavens deepest hellsends

crawling shivers

through the minds cold embrace.

Whispered screams fill the stifling void,

as clammy oceans give up their frozen memories.

To be free from reality is to be chained to eternity.

Forever bound, in a mental liberty that few ever realise-

For most exist

Yet do not live