Ambiguous Cogitations ©

This road seems never to end....
Every step takes me closer to my origin...
DUST THOU ART, TO DUST RETURNEST..... wasn't it said?
Every day ends , bringing me a few more thousand seconds closer to death....
The evil inside me never sleeps.
I've turned into an Insomniac
I don't want to drift into somnolence
Because no sooner do I close my eyes,
than I'm tormented by murderous, formidable visions...
Which are yet fantastical,
yet seem so real, so ALIVE!
Springing out of some neglected, forbidden corner of my mind....
Startling me, shattering me, trying to strangle me and ensnare me into its deadly clutches...
Forcing me to open my eyes again in sheer shock!
Why should I close my eyes in the first place, then...?
Should I sleep only to be agonized by perilous nightmares?
NO!!!;
I can't do this to me.
Can't let it feast on my fears and strenthen itself...
Can't let it weaken me anymore....
Can't let it overpower and contol me, even if it's too strong for me to fight it.....

If it carries on, there will come a time
When, at the end of the day, I look at the mirror,
A completely different person would stare at me, straight into the eye....
Compelling me to question..
Who is this...... and...
WHO AM I ??????????