Amongst the Flames and Shadow

[Poetic_Injustice]

My first day here and here I wait. Will my first encounter be a darker name I recognize, or that unfamiliar light that I seek to smother?? Better yet, will the light overpower the shadow that is me, and in this venture will I be the one suffocating, choking for air?? To sleep.. per chance to dream.. or better yet freeze in eternal imperfection. I speak not of death as in the end of being, but the end of a type of being. I cannot choose whether I am as I appear, it is the same as the fact that I cannot choose to sleep. How many nights have I been wrapped in these chains of insomnia. Nights?? 9:55 A.M. is hardly night... Here my embers glow, never dying to give me rest, and never burning bright enough to light my path.