Slumber

Repulsive Slumber Down the basement, not a single color of envy, flat-lines, are standing still all around. The stillness is suffocating, everything coming my way. Different from, the morals, of my old organize ways. "Still Round The Corner There May Wait, A New Road Or A Secret Gate." ~~J.R.R. Tolkien~~ In certainty! Someone will help me dismantle this knowledge!! A movement so loud that bleeds, irritating metal in the open wide. Time standing still pushing, 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, I conquered. 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. My slumber, I lay so quietly, Voiceless, still I feel. So repulsive, still redeemable. My slumber, 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. by;p.d. Dedicated to NIKKOS... poem *Elusive Dreams*