Where The Lonely Sleep Poem by Vision Ghost

The dark so surrounds, in congregating shadows
Unphysical in the presence, of emotional throes
Whispering to himself, as for a crowd isn’t there
For companionship is sought, by the thinnest air

Bearing a witness to the silence, of this moment
Played frequently, as passive thoughts augment
Solo performer, to a perfect world of one and all
Characters organised and placed, to now enthral

Nothing left to materialise, thus he falls to bliss
In amongst the nothing, as is this loneliest abyss
Locked and shut away, to the dark imagination
Of this world, passed the doorways of selection

Yet pacified here, and proud in majestic fantasies
Whatever minds occur, in limitless psychologies
Singing his songs to the crowds, that he’d draw
Each and everyone understanding, what he is for

For here now it is exact, to everything he wished
Before time stops, and returning to the diminished
Avoiding a fatal potential, of a new found suicide
So quick to find a new way, over to the other side

Maybe here and now he realises, the drugs are real
But never brave enough, to take that step to reveal
Something on the inside, he keeps hidden somehow
So he laid there cold, in the eventual here and now

So now endure the blackness of sleep, like a coma
Never dreaming, and never seeing another persona
To which he could be tomorrow, in daylights curse
Arouses the bitter charade, for him to again immerse

Loosing this sense of a reality, but for whom is it?
That he’s lost, a single taste of identity to encrypt
So leaving the expressions, of the many perplexed
To forever wonder, from one platform to the next