• The dark sun rises in the horizon
    You wake up from a red dream.
    As you stand up to do your daily doings,
    you find a corpse in your bed,
    beside you,
    As you scream your heart out
    Your surrounding change
    You can no longer hear your own scream.
    You have no voice.
    You are no more,
    but a figment of imagination.
    Forgotten.