Darkness

Now that everything is lost
I peril myself through an endless journey
To slay my immortal depression.
Yet I have eyes, ears, hands
And everything someone would want,
I have absolutely nothing. 
Nightmares flow through my thoughts like fire. 
Although they cannot harm 
What's been destroyed 
Or burn what's been blackened,
I am still disturbed.
I wonder what reality is
When that which is real seems so obscure,
Like a dream.
I am in an eternal sleep. 
I am still, for I have nothing to do but be.
If I could ever wake up 
It would be of no use, 

For all I would see is darkness.

Paolo Driussi