Sep 2016
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
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
