Heartless  

Whether this is a dream

Or a wayward thought

It seems dedicated

To common chords

The moon inside

A scheme of death

A neon light to hell

 

If hades is hell

Then dreams are but afterlives

Reminding of the self

And becoming

 

Abstract hearts

Become lost lives

Lost lives

Flesh and blood salves

Summoning us

From dark pits

Endless

And as summary as execution

 

Who decides when dreams end?