I'M Caught

I’m caught some were in the folds of dreams and night mares I can see the ceiling covered in a thick blanket of twig light I can see yet I’m not awake My brain dose not process anything Is this how death feels? Stuck between asleep and walk Or is this more of a zombie state Time dose not exist Hours are days Days are years Seconds and minuets were never created There is light were darkness dose not cling Breathe even when lungs don’t inflate Full darkness in a blink Lips part Air rushes in I’m a live I’m a walk I am human Yet my blood runs colds My hart is flaming Pumping ice crystals though my veins Pain is not existence Numbness is all I feel Cold hearted player pimpet Seducer of thoughts looking for love Love they will never find Only lust Lust that filled desire Yet leaves worm holes behind unjust