Void

Perpetually falling
Through the abyss,
Boundless chasm
Dreadfully in pursuit
 
The tempestuous vortex;
Continuously
Pushing and pulling
Against my Being
 
Escape is but inches away
Yet it slips from my grasp
As if an entity controls my movements
Refusing to allow my escape

The only Salvation is present
Deep within my heart
An emblazoned silver sword
Unsheathed from my chest, hacking at my binds
 
Brandished with sword in hand,
I expel my tethers and rush
Towards the top
Inches from Freedom
 
The Light fades,
Disappearing from the
Horizon, the sword
Dissolving in hand
 
I awake from the nightmare,
Still tethered and unaware
Accepting the fate
Trapped in Oblivion