Pages before the Void

I pay for this in blood

Faust didn't get as good a deal
To be less than evil
And spin silver webs
Between innocent eardrums
Whilst I whisper of dreams
To the children counting sheep.
drive them forth with bedtime stories

Encouraging them to live tomorrow better

I pay for each word
In rich thick black blood
Scatterbrain scribbled page to page
Is the truth of me
The drift of a storm
The shaking reality
A spool of unwinding thread.

At the end of the day I pray
You will see the scars
 the bags under my eyes
And forgive me

for the truths I told

and lies I could no longer hold

Because I refuse to live in a world without dreamers

without Wonderland walking wishers

Without those brave enough to face the darkness-

to call in the dawn.

In my blood I will write

what is right-

Hope shall not die this night.