Waiting for this thing,
That I am not quiet sure what it is,
Is it an inspiration to move forward,
Or something that will end my curiousity?
I sit here, deep in the abyss of thought,
Wondering, alone, waiting....

I awake from these memories to notice my inspiration at my
side,
I wonder what happened to me in my dreams?
I look over to wake this inspiration I seemingly have....

As I turn this person of sort over,
An evil darkening face roars and shakes the depth of my
soul,
With these blood stricken, deathening eyes...

My eyes shoot open and I look around and see these flames,
As souls of hopeless, evil, and hate,
Surrond my wandering outline of life,
I await for the next step in this terrifying essence to
occur....

Waiting......