The End?

This outta motive life keeps on taking its toll,
Into the dark shadows and regrets i crawl;
Being engulfed by a seemingly neverending abyss,
Scythian witches give the judgemental kiss;
The poisoned ivy makes the mind succumb,
Slowly and gently wrapping the body making it go numb;

And i dream:

Distant sun
Silhouettes
All the birds return to rest
Night creeps in
Silently
Moonlight floods the eyes of prey

By the lake
In his world
A poet writes a verse
Cuts it off
Writes again
Perfection seldom stays

Shivering
In the cold
A hermit's dark abode
He lies dying
Soft and Still
The sun remembers his grave

The sleep ends:

Body goes stiff
Pupils wide
Feels so light and bright inside
Rush of liquid
Through my veins
And a vacation from this world.

*hopes*