Fragments of a trapdoor world
A mystery bird
The song he sings of the absurd

My dream driller
Reality killer
Made of smoke and mirror

Corridors with endless doors
Each door hides something new
A secret or two

My dream driller
Reality killer
Made of smoke and mirror

A kiss from the abyss
I'm awake, 
Mind twisting like a snake
Please remember all of this
But only fragments remain 
Always the same

My dream driller
Reality killer
Made of smoke and mirror

Nick-Moore

Dream Driller

Jun 6, 2026

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st64

Lines which grip the edges of this mind:
*A kiss from the abyss. 
I'm awake, mind twisting like a snake.

Wow.
A pen like this...ought to remain...ALIVE!

Pax
S T

marian

Beautiful, Nick!!! :) I especially loved the rhyme!!! :)
Well done!!
Keep penning them!!! :) :)