The world is constantly speaking

through dreams and memories.

A brighter day; this is the prospect

I’ve been imagining.

 

Look upon me with open eyes,

I’m finally shedding my disguise.

 

Gaze no further for your demise.

 

You are weak.

 

A paradoxical contemplation.

Resolve conflicting with meditation.

 

Eyes closed, it’s your bitter end.

Hibernation is your permanent

state; you didn't begin.

 

Come forth to its call.

Separated from those

who seldom see all.

Before they'll let you stand,

it’s filth through which you will crawl.