It's alright
that emptiness cradles my chest

and it's okay
that breathing has become a vigorous task

it's fine
that my thoughts have turned into dormant volcanoes

it's ok, it's just fine,

after all, dreamers are meant to be sad, are they not?

I am still afraid
to look you in the eyes
I know it has been months
and I tell myself, I tell everyone

the hurt in my heart is fading
the scars on my heart are only skin deep

but I am still afraid
to look you in the eyes
and remove the walls I built up
because I know you will see

the hurt lingering in my eyes
the pain I try to hide behind my smile

and I am still afraid
to look you in the eyes
because I might find out
that you don't care anymore

Do demons ever sleep?
    If so, do they ever dream?
Or do they just live in us,
   Only as real as we allow them to be?

In my dreams
of demons,
Sorcery of Horror
Takes hold while I'm sleeping
I wake up screaming
In the oblivionic darkness
Cold sweat and shallow breathing
I don't know what it means
but I think Nightmares could be
A gateway for your mind to see
into the Dreams
of Demons...

The sea never stops
to explain that it’s constant pulsing is the only thing that keeps some people sane at night.

The sea never stops
to show mercy to those caught up in its depths, knowing what they were heading into from the start.

The sea never stops
to try and change its blazing ferocity to calm still. It is what it is, it exists for no one's pleasures.

The sea never stops
to bleed out its glistening cobalt and switch it to emerald, to gold or ruby.

The sea never stops
to ponder on it’s own vastness, to feel remorse for creatures whom dislike her embrace.

The sea never stops
her infinite journey

and neither should you.