It seems a shame to slumber in...

This Dream That I Die

I have a dream
  A dream
     that I die
And in my dream
  My dream where I die
There is a horror
  of accepted resign
as my mind seems to give
   Up
   In
   Out

In my dying dream
  Where I'm fading away
I have all too few
    Questions
    Yearnings
    Wonders
    Doubts
Instead I'm just fading
  from an increasing darkness
into
    Emptiness
    Nothingness
    Out

When I wake
   It's from nothing
Into something, anything, everything,
  but not from this dream

In light of this recursive dreaming
  I find it best to stay
Awake
  (For NOW)