Someone calling in the dark,
a tik-tok oscillation unlock.
It aches my head.
It’s not me. Stop.
Wait… is it hypnosis?
A pendulum,
relaxing the inner void,
deepening focus,
a subconscious
never felt before—
a sleep shrine
built inside the sublime.
Or is it the eyes—
blue movements,
used by a creature
to torment, to erase, till madness—
the thing one must never see.
Two paths to choose:
awakening from the dream,
or concealed horror,
where eyes remain open—
and one is gone forever.
Oct 4, 2025
Oct 4, 2025 at 11:32 AM UTC
Someone calling in the dark,
a tik-tok oscillation unlock.
It aches my head.
It’s not me. Stop.
Wait… is it hypnosis?
A pendulum,
relaxing the inner void,
deepening focus,
a subconscious
never felt before—
a sleep shrine
built inside the sublime.
Or is it the eyes—
blue movements,
used by a creature
to torment, to erase, till madness—
the thing one must never see.
Two paths to choose:
awakening from the dream,
or concealed horror,
where eyes remain open—
and one is gone forever.