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Forced into a slumber

sublime.

Lucid, with nothing but your mind.

Imaginations are running

free.

Tonight you will realize

your wildest dreams.

But dreams melt into

Nightmares, improbable.

Demon phantoms will attack

unstoppable.

You will fight endlessly

to become aware.

But you are caught

in the Dream Weaver's snare.

Slipping deeper and deeper

into the abyss.

Patiently awaiting

Death's sweet kiss.

Never to awaken again.

why must you remember me?

recognize my silohouette on your wall?

why must you deny my whispered shouts?

or my undying presence?

why must you remain?

like a fingerprint?

but most importantly,

why should i care?

Literally slipping,

literally falling,

literally tripping,

literally stalling,

Constantly failing.



Literally running,

literally hiding,

literally cunning,

literally fighting,

Constantly surviving.



Literally missing,

literally trying,

literally insisting,

literally crying,

Constantly living,

literally existing.

The clock is slowly

tick, tick, tickin'

No rest for the wicked.

eyes wandering

but never closing

no sleep

not even lightly dozing.

Thoughts are a-blaze in my mind

no sense of ever really passing time.

Seconds feel like minutes

minutes are like hours.

Shadows demonstrate

their phantom powers.

Spectres devilishly dance

upon the walls.

Somewhere in the dark

a raven calls out to me.

This is nothing

but a conscious dream

I used to do things,

unobserved by most.

Going about my business,

as if a spectre; a ghost.

I'd go unnoticed,

by the other peers at school.

Finding loopholes in our doctrine,

evading all authoritative rule.

But once in every blue moon,

I'd be caught in a scene.

Anger boiling beyond control,

failing at the attempt to remain unseen,

then someone must intervene.



Times at home were not quite different,

none really questioning my absence.

Until I reverted to moral decay,

slipping into abuse of a substance.

Tired; exhausted by the day to day,

dragged down by the burdens of life.

Contemplated; plotted my escape,

ways to bury all the strife.

So I decided to go,

run away; pack up and leave.

Go to wherever the stars may lead,

wiped my tears on my sleeve,

and let God grant my reprieve.

The days burn by like the fuse on a bomb,

everyone passes me by,

These words slip past like an unheard whisper,

no one cares to read my thoughts.



I open my mouth only to scream silence,

golden roads never treaded on,

Words etched into stone,

skipped into the passing waters of time.



Questions that never have answers,

seeing through blind eyes,

Sleeping on the rocks,

walking on the hot coals of Hell.

My mind is a cemetery,

for passed on memories.

Broken hearted nights,

living on lies, and dimming lights.

My mind is a hole,

where forgotten memories go.

Nothing is ever where I left it,

my recollections are always contested.

I don't seem to remember the first time I saw you,

or my first day at school.

I don't recall your name,

and I've never played that game.

Amnesia, simple answer to my bizarre question,

killed off many memories with a black Smith and Wesson.