The cold sense of a
Dreamy deja-vu;
I feel the shadows
Crowd around me
And I’m p
u
l
l
e
d
Into a familiar darkness.
I roam the dreamscape
In search of an exit.
Although I already know
What lies ahead,
I’m still distressed.
A constant reincarnation
Of the same faceless
Figure, waiting for me
At the end of
My dreaded ascension.
Chilled to my soul,
I face my indistinctive
Nightmare. The ghosts
Of the past seen so alive
From behind closed eyes.
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 2:29 AM UTC
The cold sense of a
Dreamy deja-vu;
I feel the shadows
Crowd around me
And I’m p
u
l
l
e
d
Into a familiar darkness.
I roam the dreamscape
In search of an exit.
Although I already know
What lies ahead,
I’m still distressed.
A constant reincarnation
Of the same faceless
Figure, waiting for me
At the end of
My dreaded ascension.
Chilled to my soul,
I face my indistinctive
Nightmare. The ghosts
Of the past seen so alive
From behind closed eyes.
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