Down the basement,
not a single color of envy,
flat-lines, are standing still all around.
The stillness is suffocating,
everything coming my way.
of my old organize ways.
"Still Round The Corner There May Wait,
A New Road Or A Secret Gate." ~~J.R.R. Tolkien~~
Someone will help me dismantle this knowledge!!
A movement so loud that bleeds,
irritating metal in the open wide.
Time standing still
tossing the dice.
Sleep walking in a slow pace,
paralyzed and lost in a smoky haze.
So blurred, my perception slips.
The concept is so untouchable,
Finding peace, I find the thrills,
Screaming! I wake up,
Tangible evidence, released.
Rough, pillows, invade me.
I follow my guts,
I finally found the right feelings...
Exhaling one final breath, I freeze it!
Avoiding the demons!
Impossible, slumberous visions,
entering the atmosphere ,
thickened, loud voices, ~ "WANT TO BE HEARD!"
Sliding into my slumber,
locked in one solid dream.
I lay so quietly,
Voiceless, still I feel.
So repulsive, still redeemable.
dry like black soap.
Stillborn, yet still breathing!
Stillborn, yet still moving!
Reaching for the ceiling,
and I try hard not to dream.
An empty pyramid, winding up to a new start.
Imperceptible pencils in my slumber, beneath me.
Now I am in wonder,
breaking my mind with this,
from all the solidness.
Only I can revolve around this light.
Taking hard cold metal,
stabbing it behind me.
My repulsive slumber.....
an ongoing punishment with dark fantasies.
Dedicated to NIKKOS... poem *Elusive Dreams*