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Echo not, my nightmare
waking from this panoramic slumber
drenched by the water falls of my nightmare
of lingering fears and incandescent constant dreams.
i scream, in muffled groans but they go unheard
reaching for unseen hands, no one can save me now,
i have become the victim of my own substrate mind.
ebony swirls into silver under these sanguine eyes
collard unto this ghastly cycle
shackled down within the depths, there is no escape
and when the shackles break
i am hurled from the realm of Morpheus
returning to the place of air and light.
i am attacked by faceless strangers
who torment me for no reason
but for their own demented delight.
if under the burning sky of iterative days
of the night's star lit velvet,
i cry to reprise my sanctum of slumber.
where my destroyers are, at least, familiar...
drenched by the water falls of my nightmare
of lingering fears and incandescent constant dreams.
i scream, in muffled groans but they go unheard
reaching for unseen hands, no one can save me now,
i have become the victim of my own substrate mind.
ebony swirls into silver under these sanguine eyes
collard unto this ghastly cycle
shackled down within the depths, there is no escape
and when the shackles break
i am hurled from the realm of Morpheus
returning to the place of air and light.
i am attacked by faceless strangers
who torment me for no reason
but for their own demented delight.
if under the burning sky of iterative days
of the night's star lit velvet,
i cry to reprise my sanctum of slumber.
where my destroyers are, at least, familiar...
Published 25th Sep 2015
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