The Awakening

Running through the depths of my troubled mind
Sweating, panting and begging for relief

The dark cumbersome night offers an eerie vision

Of days to come
Only shadows dance to a lovers glance,

In a world made of stone

Eyes flicker, is that light I see?

Cocooned in a blanket of ennui,

Not caring of the troubles before me.

Charmed by the silence, for it's my only friend

Emerging anew,
It was never the end.