We'll never know anything. <br />After I exhaled all of my memories, I waited, once again, to inhale life. <br />Here I Am. <br />Repeatedly walking upon this new world being unaware of my old footsteps. <br />Only being able to reflect through reflections found through dreams that were built off support beams of past realities. <br />Some are farfetched fantasies from when death slept its happiest. <br />Some are painful nightmares from when death slept its worst. <br />Some are short-lived from when death took short naps. <br />Some exceeded the average from when death had stayed up to long. <br />Either way we cannot avoid death, rather Death forces us to live. <br />We'll never be able to develop pictures of existence outside our own. <br />Not even through dream mirrors. <br />We can’t defend ourselves from Death's unknown mind. <br />Déjà Vu always hits me with familiar fist. <br />Death must have dreamt of this place before. <br />We'll never know how many times we've met someone. <br />We'll never know anything. <br />Sharp pains flow through us like rotating on broken beds. <br />Death has woken from a lifetime of slumber. <br />Another reality of ours is buried and can only be visited from inside the graveyard gates of the dream world. <br />But we can’t even plan to journey there, unless Death is sleeping. <br />We'll never know what death does when its awake. <br />Just know that it will be the death of you. <br />Just know that death will not be the death of you until Death dies. <br />We'll never know if Death dies. <br />We'll never know anything.<br /><br />Nine Tails<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-s-dream-2/
