Dying fantasies: A short poem

Dying fantasies

As I wake from fantasy, and return to reality, the stars seem to die and the light seems to fade.
Awoken every morning by the crashing sounds of pain, as your mind starts to die, and pain takes you away.
The fall of night, brings me to wonder, why it seems my mind is on fire. The flames start to burn, and thoughts melt away, only to have found that it is only my fate.
But when the day has arrived, and i am left to be, I realize I am left with no one but me. To only have myself, reminds me truly, that the emptiness inside me, means I was truly left to be.
Having found nothing, and left with space, the desires once dreamed, were no where to be, the only thing left was the darkness inside me, soon turned violent by the triggers of fire.
Dreams were once dreamed, and thoughts were once desired, having now been replaced with the striking fear inside of me, having once dreamed, having once desired, only to be left yet truly destroyed.
We've all once felt, we've always once dreamed, that some day the darkness eating away, would find its fate, and slip away. Shades of blacks and grey fills our minds, as our tired eyes slowly close, only to be met with the dying hopes of what our fantasy truly is.