I’m still dreaming,

entraped in my delusions,

caught up in the confusion of the rain.

The rain which pours; from my head,

from my veins,

from my soul, once again.

To cleanse me of my fear,

my limits, and to tear me away

from what lies inside-

a black shadow,

a shell of my own self,

a novelty of spirit,

placed upon a shelf.

Like the dark of night,

my spirit is gone,

my heart turned black,

where the sun once shone.

A catalyst for hope?

Not but a fleeting despair.

My hopes, they are taken,

my heart, no repair.

But with the darkness,

the black veil that is yet to come,

I’m still here,

to face the sun

that will never rise.

I tell myself it just takes more time,

but I can give no more,

since all else is taken,

my soul has been shaken,

by the light that will not come.