Waiting

Waiting for this thing, That I am not quiet sure what it is, Is it an inspiration to move forward, Or something that will end my curiousity? I sit here, deep in the abyss of thought, Wondering, alone, waiting.... I awake from these memories to notice my inspiration at my side, I wonder what happened to me in my dreams? I look over to wake this inspiration I seemingly have.... As I turn this person of sort over, An evil darkening face roars and shakes the depth of my soul, With these blood stricken, deathening eyes... My eyes shoot open and I look around and see these flames, As souls of hopeless, evil, and hate, Surrond my wandering outline of life, I await for the next step in this terrifying essence to occur.... Waiting......