This Is Not the End

Defeated eyes holding shape

In a dead of faceless figures

Who barricade the path

To my future, my world

Keeping it tantalisingly close

Yet brutally out of reach

When a sudden realisation

Crumbles my life before me

In an ocean of fear, rejection and pain

For I’ve been asleep for days

In a dream

One of fever, lust and false fantasy

There’s a fantasy, a fantasy that lives in me

In this fantasy, in this fantasy I can’t see

Rudely awakened to the glare of despair

As cold sweat stings my eyes

To the vision of your consciousness

Sat at the foot of my bed

No substance, just dark state

A creation of my own fear

Only for you to wake

Once again from this dream

One of fever, lust and false fantasy

There’s a fantasy, a fantasy that lives in me

In this fantasy, in this fantasy I can’t see

I’m in a fever, a fever dream

In this fantasy, in this fantasy I can’t see