Blinded by darkness,
Senseless by day.
Blurred colors end up plain.
Strange how I find myself upon a dream,
Weakening with every drift.
Someone carry me,
No longer can I walk.
Waiting for the moment
Where I can seize all abyss
And call it my own.
Waiting for the chance to take,
debating whether it is reality...
Or yet a dream.
Have I not crossed over?
I'll wait the moment,
I'll wait the chance,
Knowing your there in the end.
