Dwell

Sleeping the sleep,
Of those who,
although few,
admonished their belief in
death
And
therefore
perhaps
their existence rose like eternal light
w/in
the flowing rivers of thy mind's
twilight dawn
And seemingly
time ceased to ravage the oppressed
Like some abhorrent desease,
madness
that casts aside
the weak,
charring remnants of
solitude
That shall answer in ghostly 
whispers seeking
restfulness to your inept corruption of denials
That have forsaken
the bemoaning
serenades of the
cursed
who's sunrise bleeds oceans of
raptured
naivety
and wisdom shall
scar
their useless
blind acceptance,
in life's ceremony of torture that
repeats infinitely
In the awoken fear
hordes of
suffering
nurtured in fires of torment
of all that are born eerily
in
contemptuous
shadows... shall unwittingly 
dwell...