Thoughts at Dawn

Blessed are the dead from this hideous world
ruled by the unholy,ungodly and the engimatic,
Untroubled I was, sleeping till i woke
to the days filled with anguish and eternal sins

Blissful are the deaf for they cannot hear the
neverending scream that breaks the silence at dawn,
It ends no sooner than its echoes, only to be left
pondering at his inner voice filled with lies

Fearless are the blind for they cannot visualise
the future bringing in more bleeding dawns,
Hell seems easy to be escape with this life that
i live in, repeating itself in a pattern for eternity

Cursed are the dumb for they cannot shatter his
endless sleep buried with confounding lies
The curse is same as mine for lame is my
voice which cannot shatters his very ears

Strangled by world, orphaned by life,
I gaze into the unending well of her demise,
waiting for a thousand and eighty two days
of torment to end in a heart beat
Dream my creator forever I'm your sleep.