My dreams are alive
I am awake

Exhausted
Eyelids weighted
Body limp
It falls asleep

Aware
My mind is awake
screaming
choking
drowning

Panic
My heart sinks
My chest is tight
My breath is shallow

Paralyzed

Focus
"Wake up"
"Wake up"
"Please wake up"

Momentum
I launch my body forward
And force my eyelids open
I gasp for air

I am awake

nights don't matter. when you're all alone. feels like you're stranded, on an island with no food. the water glistens as the waves crash. you think you hear your name but that's just the man in purple whispering.

you're stranded so he wants your soul. to eat it and drown you in a fire. you're stranded so you cry and sleep alone, and he laughs and licks your tears of blood and black.

he grabs you and rips you to shreds. but you're out in the sea and all you do is scream. you put the pillow on your face so all you see is black. no more purple is what you desire, then all you get is white.

you ask yourself "did i make it out alive?" but the answer is, no. you're dead. then you plummet. what felt like hope disintegrated into rubble... and now... the one blue that became purple, the black you yearned for that formed to white, the red that bled into your mind. it's all...

Staring into the darkness
I see my darkest fear
What if something were to re-appear
Right before my eyes
I lay paralyzed
Distorted from what is real
Night time
The shadows are so near
Creeping in the darkness
Faces can appear
Mental images flashing though my mind
Sending shivers up my spine.

Hordes of metaphorical oracles awaken me from sleep
Dreams of paralysis, lost inside the deep
Rabbit hole analysis meets a descent so steep
While these Prodding thoughts got me tripping over my own feet
Interpretations or revelations what does it mean?
How long can one last existing inside of this scene?
Wide eyes lids closed coincide with winter snow
shallow breath heavy toll watching bodies decompose
presence felt, identity unknown, an experience to shake the bones.
Straining to take quick control, interpretations from the occipital lobe
lying semi lucid, fear from the cold
vocalizing panicked silence binded in time with mind stuck in molds
To even have witnissed this instance means it's time to grow.
the fire's flowing im slowly blowing my CO2
What do I want, what do I need?
This mission eye must see through
Take this steady ascension into the next lesson
clearing the mirror for a perspective of truth.  
The more that is reflected, the more I see you

Release the bowels and scrub the shame
Metal grit hand-towels
A curious novelty I would come to know as omen
Tacky pink tiles- well noted

Return to see my identity bereaved
Or maybe just my clothes
Strange how they blend in turmoil
No fear for the pistol at my gut, braved in its defense
No fear for thugs I make my company
Even as silent secrets are sent racing across fingertips
I am untouchable

A crowd grows, a debaucherous menagerie
Of Drug abuse and ****** bliss; the **** grows
Time and place erase
Two blue lakes of cotton; now green vines of vinyl
It makes no matter: the **** grows

It grows until memory is no more
Just a fear – what has happened?
And her face is there, the soft skin
The sharp features. The sly smile.
Soft mahogany and Serpent eyes
A beauty you cannot surmise
“You were mine, and I was you.
Taken as I’ll take again”
Then our next meeting, not so far from then
As the scratching record is played again
In headphones meant to control
Resist!
She has my arms, too weak to move
She has my neck, strained to turn
They will take you, and then
YOU will be no more, just a thing
A servant to this beckoning
RESIST!
This battle in your mind, control
As the beat grows louder, that maddening din
So full of fear as you entertain it’s sin
What can you do, once it’s powers in?
HELP! I mean to cry
But nothing with my lips so dry
HELP! I try to choke
All that leaves is wisps of smoke
HELP! And there it is
A whisper, for what the battle did
~ “help” I groan, and finally awake.