Trance

In this cold dark solitude...
my eyes grow weary and long to shut tight
for a relief from their damaged perception
of the outside world...
Oh, how the nights quickly turn into days
and the stars are never shining
but the sun is forever existing...
I scream silently..
Oh, so silently that no one not even God
hears my pleas....
And always will my dreams be my reality
and my reality seem as non realistic as my
dreams...