I wrote this at a peak of depression and sadness.

Within this realm and controversy that I stay,

My life slowly drifts from reality I desire.

This wasteland of majesty that ghosts raise,

Flowing from my dreams that seem real,

Take control of my sensual and erotic fires.

Drive me to pleasure beyond any existence.

They seem to replenish the water that hungers.

Within the valley of my mind and spirit deeply,

My thoughts crave the beautiful scarab charms.

From ancient Egypt worn with such desirability,

They volley proudly from all sites unseen by any.

But seen greatly within the graveyard of clarity,

This shall un-doubt ably grace my hate completely.

Take me to a place that I would never really go.

Beyond these dreams, I live life so un-complete.

I shall never truly be happy until its end, begins.