Descent into Chaotic Dream

Withering inside

within these final moments

torn from my feeble gaze

are the visions of what were to be

A merciless chill within these incessant winds

embraces this already blackened spirit

cursed, and lost in it's own aridity

Loathing, and shattered by disbelief

Nightfall shall be perpetual, poignant as it declares

in the distance, a bell - harbinger of demise

Only it's disillusioned chime

can awake me from this nightmare