Floating in the Atmosphere of the Darkness of My Dreams (Existential Despondency Part II)

In my dreams I see the things You’d never comprehend if you could see In my dreams I feel the things Even your worst nightmares fear to be It’s a haunting experience to see through my eyes The things that’d turn ordinary men Into the banquet of flies Embittering... In my dreams the herons kiss the wind And the sign of the wheel turns again I am left only with more unanswerable questions Ground to the gore, lusting for more Warmth grows cold and frost burns at my core For many years I’ve searched for the Sign In the clouds beyond the blue sky To take a deep breath and screech with angst, “What is the meaning of life?” (Green trees fade away) In the dark dreams I desire A fuel for my life’s burning fire I am searching the unknown All alone All alone... All alone.