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Every noise slithers 'cross My ear drums with The cool slickness of a Sandpaper serpent My skin pulled tight 'Cross my raw nerves Nerves Stretched stiff as a drum skin Upon which beats this Percussive tattoo of wild instinct I clamp my eyes, vice-like "Please let me wake" But no In this misty dream realm I remain tethered, chained Stuck in a sarcophagus of Strangled Silence
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Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 12:37 PM UTC
On the subject of sleep paralysis
Every noise slithers 'cross My ear drums with The cool slickness of a Sandpaper serpent My skin pulled tight 'Cross my raw nerves Nerves Stretched stiff as a drum skin Upon which beats this Percussive tattoo of wild instinct I clamp my eyes, vice-like "Please let me wake" But no In this misty dream realm I remain tethered, chained Stuck in a sarcophagus of Strangled Silence
Waking from a night terror, half in, half out of sleep. Never sure which is reality.
thespaceman
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Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 12:37 PM UTC
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