Standing at Dream's door III

 Shrouded in solitude. A veil of closeness, unrealized safety, drifting. A deep void eternally bound lifting from black, grey to light suddenly became awareness from numbness brings realization of being.  
 
 Forming a bubble of light's life caught in-between the beats of darkness that he will become and will be a Herold of his light's life return.  
 
 His mind peaks into a collective rambling, racing!  Window's will complete his madness in the never ending stream and humanity's collective sin upon creation.  
 
 Echoes in an empty cellar in which he has retreated to wait his time. These simple walls reflect his perfect sea of storms. A greater weight of guilt increases and ebbs like a fluid pinning his heart to the sea floor.  
 
 Reaching to his drawer of hope, maybe will carry him but it never seems to. Lessen the pain, another spirit brings on sleep another stills the fear!
  
 Closed his eyes and suddenly an uncontrollable body and mind seizure screamed, RUN!