Life is but an empty dream lying motionless on his back, gazing to the sky A blank expression of nothing on his face, time and space had die Breathing steadily eyes open wide, staring into the silent unknown world Distance voices dancing in the black void of no reality, or sense nor purpose Lips moving with no sound finger raised, beckon forward from a dead brain Sketchy details replaying over and over, in the darkest corner of the mind Gazing at the sad anxious faces greening teeth and faceless expressions A sharp shrug and twilight of his reality is here, drifting into unconscious Nothing matters now sudden peace and contentment of a dead memory His conscious lies in another time and place to begin his final journey Copyright Kenvil Atkins