I’m awake and it’s the dead of night.
I push back the curtains of my domain
to see the light.
Nothing fades to gray.
Nothing that matters, anyway!
Cold darkness grips,
vice-like and firm.
I witness the apparition,
the idol form.
Will I bow or break?
Is this the ultimate reality,
or is it fake?
Take me to your leader...
But, make it swift,
my days are numbered,
unlike yours...
All artwork is mine. Drawn, digitally, using Art Studio on iPad
