Escaping From A Dream

Escaping from a dream,

that the brain believes is real

physical functions react,

to the stress and pain your mind feels

stuck in the unconscious realm,

emotions break the surface

moon gazing in solitude,

lost in the maze of purpose

I’m seeing behind the design,

and it’s an uncontrolled circus

psychological warfare,

your thoughts are no longer your own

and there’s no way to really know,

if you’re the original or the clone

uncut fear; unable to scream,

memories of sleep paralysis

inside my icy cave I slide,

into the depths of my psychoanalysis

and I come out of it,

more fucked up than I was before

opening brain doors,

walking through just to explore

you can alter the physical,

but you can’t change the inner core

I am the grotesque mental gore,

that i just vomited on your floor

Rhyme tissue and syllable matter,

analyze the ink splatter

reaching new heights,

one last rung on the ladder

I’m the nastiest roach in your house,

light don’t make me scatter.

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