misery

I was cold ,I was crying , I was tired ,
and I slept next to the pillow that was hearing my whines ,
it was scared and staring into the eyes of mine ,
with grief or pity , or just a little sigh.

Ieft it to itself and went into a world nearby.
I had been going to ,
in dreams ,
longer dreams ,
dreams longer than life .
I wish they were even longer than death !

That world was quite , yet noisy
it was in place yet clumsy ,
it was the prettiest of places yet the ugliest of all ,
it was a big , with it's doors locked , haunting hall .
It had water with no smell , but an aura of a call .
The call of death .
water of death , and yet so alivee !

There were twigs with the snakes ,
snakes sucking blood of the flowers nearby .
snakes sucking blood!
Was it even a world ?

And suddenly this world felt less of a misery , yet misery
I was running to life from sleep , to get back to something
Less of a misery , yet misery .
Is there something , no misery at all ?
A place that is the quitest , the coldest , the darkest .
A grave they said .
Can i be dead ?