Somniferous; Eyes stared at me,
Like an apparition facing
In the mirror, almond-like,
A breath encasing the scene
Like smoke, confusing, confounding,
A mistique stare- cold and white.
I freeze in a breeze sharp, it was so real
Like the walk in lost wonderlands,
Rides appalling, will I ever come down?
It was so real, my heart still racing;
Feel me right now, hear me,
Please believe me what I say and
Show me something!
Strapped down, feet cold.
It was so real, impending death
And the clock ticked my life away
Holy fucking shit.
A linear dream, no reality,
Yet illusions real, confusing,
I am startled mother, come!
Overwhelming burden on me
This place, this life, the one:
Spasms through me paralyze
And carry me to unsaid lands
To script the details of our ending
And ordered me to write that down
But I forgot my pen, shit.
Inspired by Tool’s Rosetta Stoned
Ink Idle 
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