Silent silhouette,
Lonesome in her home,
Emters a world of crystal sparkles,
Encircles a world of silvery streams,
Perhaps to dream.
A sleep ---- beyond the preconscious mind; lacking on a self-centered dream.
A dream, a feigned one or illusion
My mind is bleeding on a vast ocean of regretful thoughts, a dream ---- escaping from
reality, a night ---- period of darkness between sunset and sunrise.
I sleep into the dark wondering in my hollow dream would I ever see the light, but my
fate is like the stars never being able to be reach, my dream as the spaceship lost his
fuel into space .
Please don’t judge because I see dream as a world to escape from reality, my
knowledge won’t be skeptical causes my world is a dream.
Our conscious can be acknowledge by light but to get a deeper perspective one must
dream into the dark because in every light there are shadows around the corners it
may be impossible to devoted my words but life is a dream only those who know reality
can forget about their ego.
Who am I?
Where do I stand?
I need to find my place
In a world that fills up mounds of space
I'm someone of worth
Don't you realize
I feel like I've been hypnotized
Doesn't anyone hear me
Hear my plea
Help me find out more about me
I need you someone
Question is are you that someone I'm suppose to meet?
Why is thee so much pressure in relationships
I'm more than just a relation
It's like a revelation when you ad I collide
I'm someone who will love you more than anything
and won't stop till the world ends.
Long white halls that echo with pain,
Where strait jackets lord and beckon with shame.
The therapy numbs and visits are feared,
You’re sane if you hallucinate here.
Patterns of colour and visions of gold,
Prophecy of end-times and things to behold.
Voices from the dead, alive in your head,
Where Lucid dreams are far from your bed.
Back to reality, therapy time,
Dragged through the chaos of psychotic minds.
The ECT a daily chore,
The result of looking through that door.
Brought back to a place in your youth,
Where the fantasies are induced.
Is it real? it seems so real!
Then a bolt from the blue has the Reaper revealed.
Cold hands grab your skull to wake you,
The Cuckoo’s nest now seems too true.
Your world becomes lobotomized,
There’s no one now behind those eyes.
Drifting like the drifting of a tune,
Back to your world that makes you swoon.
No telling what’s real anymore,
Just hallucinate and ignore.
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