Ezekiel

Unite

I dreamt that I had dream. Or was it real? Had this all been.real? Time circles over the two of us, like weeping stardust falling gently to the ground. For in solemn sheets of lonely whispers, they dare not touch each other. Now, I dwell here. Surrounded by a prison of my own accord, it is my own self-inflicted punishment. The angels do not sing for me here, and their voices are only a distant cry within clouded thoughts which I cannot let go..nor would I. The acapella of my demons is like sweet music, and bitter screaming all together in an opera made for no one. This is the end. I shall remain here. Waiting for death, waiting for content. Blue and white, my ememy and I. Those around me live, and fly; unaware of the horror, of the obsolete.that was my tattered story. The world has forgotten. Huddled in my own agony, I weep for, and remember the past.