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Journey Through the Nightmare

I took a walk on a midnight road, to search for that which was yet untold
My quest was one of question, to find meaning to my mind's night action
To the dream world state, where I left through reality's gate
And set out along my mind's path, blindly into the void's wrath
At first, total darkness, then swirling figures appeared as serpents 
They contorted and writhed, first slow and then swift
Right before they wrapped themselves around me, I detected a shift in the scenery
I was transported, to a field that was distorted
It quickly became cold, and the whispering darkness told me my soul had been sold
I cursed my rotten luck, I was not made for this, I suck
I should have stayed inside, it's a shame that I even tried
Why couldn't I be like regular people, who don't interfere with evil
Why couldn't I be caught up in distractions, instead of plagued by all these questions
But I could not turn back now, so I continued somehow
Proceeding through the storm, that was beginning to take form
Before my eyes I saw its mass, a seemingly impenetrable impasse
Ominously dark, I decided to watch it from a lonely park
I sat down on the nearest bench, when I was struck by an awful stench
On the floor next to me, was a decomposing body
It's face was being eaten by maggots, a feast on its putrid guts
But upon further inspection, the body was my own reflection
This was a shocking realization, and I decided to abandon
My post, for I was afraid that I would become the next host
For the maggots to lay, therefore I would not stay
I ran from the park, into the night's pitch black dark
I encountered many figures along the way, who whispered to me to say
Come play with us, but they were too suspicious
I ran and ran, and came to a madman
He chased me with an axe, trying to add me to his body stacks
But catch me he did not, for I was not 
In the mood to die that night, instead I would chase the light
That appeared at the end of the street, which is how I would beat
All the monsters that were chasing me, on their unholy killing spree
I reached the end, but was stopped by a bend
In the space-time of my mind, that I could not unwind
And I realized I was in a nightmare, which was the reason for my scare
I hastily woke up, and began to develop
Writing down what I had seen, but I could not reconvene
All of the characters in the play, that my mind had that day
They were too insidious, destined for the trans-dimensional vortex
Of the subconscious mind, which would be unlocked in due time

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