Fallen

My scarlet visions, like refelections of my subconscious. Beyond the starlit heaven the horizon burns with flames, so red. As my eyes bear witness to this euphoria, this apocalypse,
I hear the gates within my head open silently.
A new world takes form and its attraction temps me to enter. I leave my body without farewells,
peacefully through violet corridors, painted with beautiful reflections, from my life. A sunrise beckons beyond the clouds, so dark, as rivers stream through the air in stillness. Through the emptiness where thoughts take form, and into the lands of purgatory.