INKѦNTѦTIØNS

While nestled in my bed alone I sleep.
Translucent visions spiral through my mind
Like calm water, disturbed by currents deep
Below the surface. Dreams of vivid kind

Distort all illusions of what is true.
Whispers upon the wind from far off lands
Cackle, whilst confirming the worst of news.
This whole existence, separate like the sands

Through time, I wait, physically isolated.
Myself a ghost, a husk, an ethereal,
Cursed to relive the past of ill fated 
Foes whose lives I once, did selfishly steal.

Nightmare.


ℕIGHTMVRΣ

Some people lose their faith because heaven shows them too little.
But how many people lose their faith because heaven shows them too much?

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