I wake up from a deep period of dormancy Still in the state of inactive I'm tired My mind Tormented My head Promises of something pleasing I want to go back to bed Slumber a harmonious dream promised to me By the crashing waves and the deep blue sea Playing arms reach away from my inner speakers Soothing Is what I was alleged to believe While balancing the periodic grind of various complexities Algorithms Righteousness And integrity Calm Is what is being interpret when the sound of falling water Collides with the mud floor to clear my soul Of corrupted expositions External negativity to drive the insane to sanity for eternity I raise my head away from my pillow Eyes wide facing the clouded abyss Depression begins to reign as my eyes become burdensome Tiredness has not conquered these irises As my last catching thoughts before I awoke Keep me from such a trance What is in your head? The question of the day asked by inquisitive beings It's nothing good I promise Knowing will not aid you more than it is tormenting me My face trickles with alacrity and overflowing love A mask A degradation Causing such excruciating pain Everlasting My scars Deep-seated wounds that seem to never want to disappear Like a haunting figurine hovering over me oh so gently What is it’s intentions? It’s purpose No response To eradicate me? It's succeeding To manipulate me? Such as how I have done Perfected the deconstruction of others’ mind Forever becoming a puppet to my own dark twisted fantasy Entrapping those of desired tongues who seek my insight Not of my experience but of what is being pertain in my reflections For I am endlessly adrift in my own head With my imagination My dreams They besiege me Terrify me Wake me up in the midst of the night With no air in my lungs With no liquid substance in my eyes Drying them Turning red Not from tears that would gracefully roll down my rugged cheek From an illusion my mind has formed to feel as it is my reality A reality distorted as my walking is on air away from ground I half sleep and fall into a trance of brightly vivid colors And disturbed figurines Marionettes who accompany me through a hued path Where time becomes stagnant Motionless yet an evolving shifted world I saunter through the path until I gradually dissolve As my head Promises me of something pleasing But my mind Is tormented Returning to a state of inactive My eyes Finally tired As I return to a deep period of dormancy Going back to bed Awaiting for my next abrupt awakening