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Dreadful Dream

     
       
Immobile    
       
You are a telegram projection, single      
       
A singular being of warmth      
cold,        
all your worth      
sense of existence        
in a wonder of persistence        
everything in one      
yet nothing you are none      
       
and not a nun      
       
Godless        
Souless      
       
Or soulful      
but just woeful      
       
Sense of being      
In the dream of seeing      
       
Conscious tension      
In momentary suspension        
It trickles down      
.      
.      
.      
From mind to envision:      
       
The screams-      
sound of high pitched vibration      
cries of anxiety        
       
Voices-      
of women,men, old and young      
yelling, laughing, talking      
       
All in a smoke of yellow      
blue how it'd swallow      
your whole being...      
engulfed in a vibrant scene      
       
Immobile        
Anxious        
Sense of dread      
Center of gravity        
In the middle of chest        
       
It's a black hole      
That eats whole        
       
Spiraling away        
       
Feel the guilt      
As you tilt      
Then twist into warped time      
Within you a world of crime      
So true        
And imbue        
All that you fear      
Dejected, into tattoo smear      
       
Scar into waking squeal      
(internally)      
       
       
Have you slept like this?      
     
       
       
       
       
       
Written by ChocoLaaTTe
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