Failure in the Process of Identifying a Dream

Ion Dissonance

Shadows are finally free to hover
The wintry landscape, apart from their mated-masters,
They seem serene has they dance childishly.
Has for my

Soul
It is floating over some grayish magenta,
Watching me losing conscience from a good distance
Solaris is dimly shinning, and is

Desperately trying to pierce the pale wall of mist,
Blurring his vision.
I cannot exactly describe this weariness
In which I am drowning, yes, it is

Possibly the darkest day that I've ever experienced.
Yet misery don't seem so heavy anymore,
It seems more or less constant and relentless?
Sorrow slips

Over me like rain usually does on soft skin
Cold as marble stone.
I'm overwhelmed by this sudden state of neutrality
Of weightlessness.
I am

Lost through an emptied heaven
I sense that I am no longer alone in my foreign journey,
Around me they swirl silently,
Those little aerial beings. little

Angels of demise whispering music to my ear,
Exquisite yet inaudible.
I cannot understand a thing of what they're saying.
Silence is the beauty

That I behold, profound has an eternal slumber,
Holding the strangest of dreams.
Blindly I follow, for I am simply drugged by their livid smile.

I cannot stop, not now, so close
(to the unknown)
Frost is gradually spreading through my veins,
And toward my darkened heart, crystallizing

My blood after its passage
Luring me far away from what I might have once called, home
Those little spirits are slowly killing me, with purity.
I know

Now that they want me to die a
Horrible death, as much as anyone else.
And frankly, I don't really care anymore