Philosophy - the deathangel

dusk to dawn i lie awake,
sensing a new yet unborn desire,
a weary sense of distress,
strange but yet horrifying,

as questions lie unanswered,
i find myself staring
into vast timid darkness,
where ? what ? why ?

planning to surge ahead,
empty, hollow deep inside,
senses tingling and twitching,
as i lay there undisturbed,

strange lands i wander into,
dreadful sounds within me,
eerie to my very own mind,
a sense of distress,

whats happening?
why so puzzling?
where do i belong?
whats my life?
hurting and poking,
the blades of thought,

what to do ?
who am i ?
why am i living?
confusion, commotion
filling up inside me.

someday i will answer them,
someday i will be me,
someday i will come alive,
someday i will see a new bright world......
until then its the DEATHANGEL in me.