Hell on earth

Ethereal existences that haunt and tease me while I sleep scream 72 names each night.

I find myself in the same dark forest, looking for her.

The same path, the same experience, the same eyes.

But I feel another hand in my shoulder. A breeze. A voice and she's gone.

"Wake up man, it's the last stop".

I can't touch her anymore. She always gets away. The damage is done and I'm still here,

trying to reach her through pills and astral thoughts.

I started getting away from everyone. I know I am confused, I know I am empty. 

My wishes don't have place in this world anymore, miracles don't exist.

I should be relieved that the pain is gone, but I crave for more.

More pain and more visions. 

I drank from the fountain and held my eyes in my hands.

What's the point of seeing if I can't see her? What's the point of living if I'm not afraid anymore?

Thoughts, a complex but at the same time clear chaos.

One eye for each hand. If I had eyes, and if I had hands. Long gone darling.

I sense the earth trembling dear, is it opening in two as I wished?

I sense the uncontrollable heat. It's finally hell on earth. It finally feels like home.