The Bright White Nothing at the End of the Tunnel

Desperate
 Dreaming up feelings
 Dreaming up thoughts
 Forgotten purpose forgotten name
 Nightmares connected to chains
 Chains that drag me all over the earth
 Dreaming up death dreaming up birth
 Distraction
 Created by motion and light
 Distraction
 Is all that is left
 Reversal of self
 Reversal of light
 Reversal of hope
 Is all that is left
 In this womb I am bleeding, bleeding to death
 Tendrils escaping vines growing out of your chest
 Deeper and deeper forever drowning in rivers of concrete and ash
 I would dream of crowds, lights, buildings
 I would dream of cities and vast highways
 This dream that I am something more
 Than the panic thoughts of a dying universe