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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Smooth as ebony silk, black aquatic waves the melting Essence of liquid evil, stirring this lake placid of our Eternal nightmares, deadened space in the fathoms Deep, beneath the dreaming realm for which we sleep. Translucent tears, left dripping in our unconscious mind, Trick, trickling, encroaching, drowning us within the Fear factor, heaving, and tugging at the reality of Humanities thin realism. Raw is this blackened well, of emotional plunging, A pit bottomless, in suctions raw force of power. Thy soul trying to cling against the porcelain sides, Yet sliced by the roughed edge of illusions delirium. Sheer glasses elliptical memorization, hypnotizing The lucid mind, smacking hands blister at the panes, Begging for this bad dream to end. But your voices scream remain nothing except Echoes refrains, that are lost amongst the complete Darkness surrounding thee, in this murky abysses Tidal surge. Wake up, wake up, this is not real or is it, The torn spiritualist grasps at faiths buoy, but Instead sinks farther below the currents swift Under currents, then light slits through the dark, As lightening slashes at the blackest night, and The dreamer shivers beneath his covers warmth. Laying within his twisted sheets of sweat, He wonders if any of it was real at all! But whom can tell what lucks under the black Waters of our nightmares, dare you to go swimming, Into the rivers of the unconscious to find out, and survive. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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