A Walk Through the Veil

At times I find myself waiting, listening

for the footsteps of death to follow behind me.

I walk along the darkened halls of those that shine and glisten,

and I’m afraid that though I’m in and out of dreamless sleep to some degree

I may not be dreaming, but simply existing in my own waking prison.

What is it that I fear in these night-struck walls? Can I be released?

The wind blows through the opened window, brushing against the clear division

and I wonder if it’s a stormy night. Or is it death unleashed?

Let’s walk along the open path of murky premonition

and as we do, do not fear; there is nothing beneath.

It all exists within the mind, within the contradiction.

Free your mind of all that lies in deceit

and listen; it is careful restriction and lost tradition.

In this, I found that belief is long lost and now? Now I must find my own reality.