The Same Dream

Once again I have awoken,

the slumber I witnessed was familiar-

Cold and recursive I am nervios for my futer,

as the past is racing to pave my path,

and to weep what I sorrow. 

Again I have the dream of dying alone,

but this time a figure will peer into my room-

It too was alone but was interested in me. 

The longer I cried and look into its eyes,

it gazed back.

Once again, I have dreamed this dream.

Only speculations can stoke the fires I have embued-

My dream has awoken me once more,

and forever I will be dazed. 

As I sit there Alone thinking of the figure,

As a demon comes to harvest my sanity,

A slight beauty comes from this irony.

From my slumber I wake... in the cold

Alone,

and once again I have that dream.