13 Dec The 7th Sleep ~ The Simmer & The Poison

The time of sleep has fallen upon me once again. For when the hours turn to gold, and the skies light up in flames, this vessel of mines begins to break; failing, screeching, slowing, ending.

The more I try to fathom for why this time of rest became to be, the further from heaven I am driven. For it is said to never question the divine, but such mystery, such divinity, proves to be oh so enticing to me.

For every-time I wake during this period of rest, I envision ends that will forever meet my needs. I envision echoes of things that once were, echoes of things that made me feel warmer, yet colder, all at once. For when I fall into the old and wise hands of this deep and darkened sleep, I can see the future. 

The future that I saw then is much different than the future that I see now. For the future now speaks of ends and poisons, of shimmers and escapings that we will all dread, but know deep down inside was inevitable. Because in the future I see now, I can see roads that lead to an end. I can see a light being born anew, a violent light, one that pierces souls of many incarnations, one that pierces scars that are yet to be earned.

Mysterious poisons, you are quickly making your way towards me. Before I sought to escape from you, but now I have sought you out once again. You are a blessing in my curse, an answer to my prayers, the rest to my sleep that I have been seeking. I will not say that your are the effect of that cause that had once exist, but you are in fact one of the many results of a catalyst that once helped me shift time.

For as I drift off into these sleeps that lie ahead, I know some answers that I have sought will finally be given, but only at the cost of hundreds of more questions arising. Will there ever truly be an end to this madness? You say you are the end that he fights against, the end that he will lose to. For soon, we will be all that remains, and a new road must be taken.