As I lie in wake
my body wedged between consciences,
I dream a dream like no other,
a dream of sadness,
of happiness,
a dream of fear,
of peace,
yet, I lie
Awake
And backwards
my dreams take,
through cobbled streets and ally ways,
backyards and worn trails
effects spiralling between realms, consciences
I cannot tell though
as I lie
wondering when sleep borrows
my soul
though a watered down death
one that reverses,
giving life,
forwards, backwards
concealed beneath
the darkness
I lie,
awake
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 8:18 PM UTC
As I lie in wake
my body wedged between consciences,
I dream a dream like no other,
a dream of sadness,
of happiness,
a dream of fear,
of peace,
yet, I lie
Awake
And backwards
my dreams take,
through cobbled streets and ally ways,
backyards and worn trails
effects spiralling between realms, consciences
I cannot tell though
as I lie
wondering when sleep borrows
my soul
though a watered down death
one that reverses,
giving life,
forwards, backwards
concealed beneath
the darkness
I lie,
awake
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