Final Prayer...

(If you Have any Advice or comments. It would be highly appreciated.Thanks)

One last time

Before I sleep, I wake in terror of dreams that have not occurred yet.

I Am left in the silence of my own voice, always trying to be heard or seen, not by all, but by those who will accept my existence.

But the water that seems to continue flowing has run out in my soul. Nothing else can be washed away; no more mistakes can be forgiven.

The words that were spoken are still there and still remembered. There are no escapes, no exits, but from the beginning there never was a way out.

Only a way to go deeper and deeper into the darkness till seeing is your biggest wish.

I have created this grave which holds all the fears of my mind and soul.

It is only fitting that in the end, that which I have been running away from for all these years, will be that which I share my final sleep with...