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There was sand in my eyes
I couldn't see the room turned
dusty blue
I thought I died
twice
inconsequential it seems
repetitive are the dreams
streams of thought unravelling
behind the scenes
Density is rife
words are dynamite
abstract lucid
driven thoughts are wild thorns
without roses
haha is the epitome of
enough
A pain so palpable
it speaks Emerald
I do not consent
I seen a monster in the deep
It had no feet
I was bored complete
MyDystopiA Nov 2024
Curiosity killed the cat
indifference the dog
It was a cold mourning
River all but dust
There was no trust
rusted thoughts aloud
it was so much
rushing around to find
only silence crowns.

— The End —