/lit/ - Literature

>>16651376
What is existence but a waking dream?
To open your eyes to the world
only to see its dwindling twilight,
the sun at set
At its center the void ever so gently descends
and all that is left is to scream
"not here, not now, oh please not yet!"
Everywhere you can go,
the world is yours!
Running in confusion with the bloodied hands of regret,
watching it take everything.
Run,
Run,
Run.
Go anywhere except
for where all destiny lies.
Time slows,
you stop.
It's the end.
No matter where you have gone,
where it was you could roam,
you only have one friend
the familiar darkness which softly whispers
"Welcome Home."

Wrote this to accompany pic related for a project I did, I find it kinda cringey but mainly because I am not a poet. Oh well, it was well recieved anyway.