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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required “Sleep paralysis is like a waking nightmare, except you can’t escape it.” – Unknown Tonight, when the jilted bells toll, my decayed soul sighs, I lay paralyzed beneath an estuary sky of thin fluffy ruffles- cashmere mattress of cotton coated clouds, with stories over time- like a silent slave chained to sinister darkness, within an ice-gold casket of nightmares, as my skin is folded, wrapped around, inside black chiffon clothe- this mind is held by ghosts, shivering from echoing terrors, whilst exhaling clusters of claustrophobic truth, searching for the fight between shackled knuckles, screaming, yet, I hear restlessness, questioning the angels of sleep; If this isn’t life after death, why do I hear springs sing seraphic symphonies of celestial showers? Perhaps, the blinding glow of drizzling diamonds, and ivory pearls of seven serene seas, are mere signs of heaven’s gate being unlocked. Although I can barely move, third eye keeps pacing faster than my shadowed voice, where I walk down the lane of delirious visions, wondering if this is my Silhouette in a realm of lies. For unwritten fate, has lines of my life quilted with silk across a pillow of fog, where consciousness is out of sight, rendered colour-blind, and my heart remains a thief in duress. But as I struggle to untie twisted thoughts between dusk and dawn, I find stars of relief, choking on mercy, wrapped in denial- I inhale moonlight, I am now awake.
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