dream.

there is nothing like this feeling
the need to endure control
the necessity of self release
the unselfish thought of providence
the surge of things for me to come and to come
lethe be at my side;
i am higher than
of what is to be unholy and of godhood
and i ask
where are you?
i am to lapse
and condemn time to behold

how is it the need of such can i describe?
epitome
absolution

forgive me..i might trespass
that there is nothing but waste
in this land
for i am to ruin us all

should i fall on my knees?