A Darker Kind of Dreaming

Vision
I hail thee
Wanderer's bride
How many times have I met you in my reveries
Dead yet whispering
This kind of dreaming comes impulsively
It feels dead but even darker
Black tears hit the ground
Then gathered as one with the heartbeat of hell
A storm is conjuring on the shameful sky
Am I a part of the horizon? Am I one with the shining abyss? Am I at least the pain?
The circle concludes in itself
Uprising in the storm
Completion for an instant
While we are dancing into the abyss
Delirious raving
Regard me
Cold ecstasy
How many times have I met you in my dreams
Dead yet whispering
This kind of dreaming comes violently
It feels indistinctive but somehow stronger
Black tears rain from the sky
In oceans of blood I awoke