8's

I'm beginning my days  
Half asleep  
Somewhere down deep  
But not trapped in a daze  
Oh no I gaze  
So slow  
 into the minds game  
No guilt no pain  
No more hopes  
The last of joys withered blades  
I turn to face what's left  
Watch as I fade away  
Sacred I stare into abyss  
It felt as if I wasn't missed  
But passion I swear happens  
Said I was locked in a kiss  
And my spirit flies  
Between time with angled eyes  
And I meet the world at my grave  
While here and well  
 in my comfy comforter safe  
In my eyes is a vision  
A reminder of all that came  
Number 8's all whirling by  
My infinity sideways