Dream Of Sleep

A hymn to whatever you may see

[demonicentity777]

I turned 21 today… and I realized a few things

I’ve accomplished nothing, and my pages I once said would be full are empty.

My careers in life has crashed more times than I can count, and my goals have withered to dust.

I didn’t drink because I know where that would lead me, and yet I am numb anyways..

I can’t visit because I can’t visit what I don’t have.

My friends did not tell me anything and nor did my family.

And the only ones that did tell me something only told me because they were reminded.

And I finally caught on.

I finally understood.

Now I debate a hard subject.

Do I write for them… or for me…

[demonicentity777]

You see… the world around you is busy and full.

As you sit there on a hill watching the city move and the lights fall.

you knew it.

You could feel it in every bone, and you could see it shift further and further away.

The city is leaving you alone.

So you sit, in a calm breeze, leaving you cold.

And before you know it, everything is gone, and everything has left you for too long.

So you sit alone.

[demonicentity777]

I’ve realized Im not scared of death, Im scared of my obituary

A few words and sentences to summarize hundreds of thoughts creations and memories of the entire life Ive led. my fears and hopes and dreams all led to a simple phrase of “she had a quiet soul”.

I am scared that no one will remember me or know me and those who look back onto my obituary will only see a simple design of a common stranger.

I am scared that my life will be simplified just as easily as it was taken…

[demonicentity777]

Don’t crucify someone for trying to understand the realm of their dreams

Especially as they walk through a life of uncertainty and misery

In the end they may struggle in ways that you never understand or maybe understood too well.

Everyone is a unique person in their thoughts, ideas creativity and passions and everyone deserves a bit of understanding

And if you cant seem to understand them… try harder… see yourself in their shoes… or even in the same perspective in a situation you may understand better

This world sucks… so find who you are and don’t judge people for finding themselves… no matter where they are in life.

[demonicentity777]

For so long Ive waited to grow old

Yet I stand here left with no hope

Crushed under a weight

With tears rolling down my face

And a dream that got destroyed without a moment to waste

With a family full of mask

Only covering their hate

As they watch from a distance as Im crushed into a grain

Now I’m left here in pain

Trying to patch up the remains

Of a shattered scream

That reached an untouched dream

[demonicentity777]

Old

Searching the walls that grow cold

Looking to thaw those old souls

While their hearts grow holes

And their hands grow mold

They sit so alive, yet to decompose

Slowing down to new tolls

And walking down these slow halls

Oh, how to avoid growing old

[demonicentity777]

Time flys far too fast for my eyes

And I’ve begun to realize

That everything Ive once held dear

Is no longer here

So now I ask myself

Who am I?

What should I do here?

Where do I go?

How do I exist?

Now I know these questions will never be answered

So I just sit