Black Holes and Revelations

I dream of a life out there,
For living in here isn't living at all
Faint whispers of a fascinating galaxy that lay ahead,
A place of hope, an escape from this deranged nightmare

For violet skies, and a corpse of a star lay in my horizon,
Foreign tongues speak of miraculous scenery,
With dusky rose terrane that was bitten with aciculate fangs,
Supernovas and constellations smile from the dew-drops of the universe that lay there

But here, lay the chaotic repercussions of apathetic souls,
Our thoughts are the very relentless monsoons that choke us whilst we rest
The faulty perceptions of our kind was the end of our specie,
Hope is scarce, but belief is the only life vessel I possess.

I dream of a life out there,
For their must be,
As damaged remnants of cracked minds, perish,
Yet, I am the twirling storm of survival