stark oar
Into the deep of the unconscious,
The realm of hell and dreams,
Walking on planes of stars and cosmic realities,
Mixing days, breathing into nights, holding on to the edge of sanity, the lights of the soul that melts to ash and falls to blinded sight,
The terror rolls over me to the fantasies that ignite to liquid flames,
Reality bleeds like rain falling from the midnight sky,
Into the colors of the sands of nothingness they sink,
Like the setting of the sun to the land of the dead,
For the abyss is eternity within forgetfulness,
Is it real when I still have control?
My hands in this broken state of sanity,
In a place unknown but so deep inside,
That the fabric of time cries, as I look in the mirror to see a blur a person me with no eyes,
As it dines on the madness, to make you live a life in minutes but feel as real as distant memories
It births from my screams and sighs of fleeting bliss to nightmares of filth,
A shallow grave but it's still floats above my bed,
Ripping you away to bring you back to life,
Was it a dream or was it another life, or was I dead,
Once lived in a different time, a different dimension,
So much that the colors of a world within the sleep, that takes you to tomorrow,
Is the place where you go after taking your last breath,
Worlds like liquid mirrors reflecting possibilities different loves different self's wrapped in realities, Splitting emotions into the thoughts that molds, your mind to think and feel ,
Changing your face, changing your life, changing your noon time day and night, to a world of grey,
Lost in translation as the static becomes the bullet that breaks you away from a reasoning and sanity
Walking cosmic realties in the dreams that life gifts you with to live outside of tomorrow,
ebon junco
ember parcel