The Surge

The break of dawn brings forth, the tragic completion of rupture
It feels as though nothing is what it seems, nightmares overwhelm my dreams
Causing this, nauseating feeling inside my gut
At night, cruel are these dreams which I envision throughout my mind
As we lay intertwined here, enshrouded by the feeling of placidity
Every aspect distinguishably as clear as could be, and I never felt more alive
then when I dream of you
The irony of it all leads to questioning, and thus brings on fear
My thoughts clouded with uncertainty
I am at battle with my inner demons
I remember the contours of your lips, graciously pressed so tightly against mine
Now, I’m left to wonder
Uncertain these nightmares are in fact a dream
While you slept I crept up to your room, careful not to make a sound
I marvelled at such utter beauty, the unstableness maddening
I carve through your abdomen, witnessing your eyes fade from brown to grey
The surge brought me to my knees, as I permeate your chest plate, and now,
feel the true meaning of having your heart ripped out, straight from your
chest cavity
Wither and die away already