I dream

one long,

dark night

a dream

where

darkness

has overcome

the light.

 

It's a nightmare

In a funnel

where I cannot

seem

to get

out of

an endless

tunnel.

 

A tunnel of

lies and

sins

and pains

And empty breaths.

A tunnel

full of

war

and death.

 

But perhaps

it isn't a dream.

Perhaps its

Not just

A creation

Of my mind.

Perhaps

it's coming

for our nation.

 

I would know.

I see it coming.

I see our future.