Elucidating Questions

I kind of want my dreams to be real

Every night I dream of this dark man

This great being I am trying to return to

He is sometimes beyond the planets

Through a Labrinth

Down a dark hallway

Inside a mirror of chaos to be drawn out

He wants me, like I am returning home to him

He greets me with open arms

He is warm and I long to return to his embrace

But dreams are fleeting and I do not remember his face

I do not remember his words

His voice

I wish I was going to see him, at the end of all this

That I was some Persephone with Hades awaiting my return

I want my death to be me returning to love forever