Under this sky pitch damn white
Too bright for me to Unimagine
Its weighing down down down on Me.
Here I am sitting upon this wooden bench
In the middle of a nowhere so familiar
Surrounded by the flat plains of an empty grass and path land…
Stuck Here I sit
No clouds in the sought out heaven to see.
Feel the rhythm of the ghostly echoes of dreams
Strangely they ring more true than the Illusions of reality…
But Suddenly
The realization dawns
There's no where to run
Even if one could
In this endless expanse
Faking as Day Dreams this Nightmare Births…
Pinned and weak
Feet race in place
Enlightened, I feel
The tears of fading
Grasping to remain.
The whole abyss reigns down on me
Drowning me in my own air
Cant get up
As I slowly cant slip away.
Void of infinite freedom terrifies with clarity…
To think and ponder and wander and wonder
Upon the epiphany
Pounding down on Me…
…So Small and Alone
With this hell white shining
Crushing damn me
Why does death sound so bitter and sweet…
This torture of burden just 'killing' me
But I'm just sitting here-unable to move
Falling through these cracks
Beneath the shadows
Laying to wake in the reside of these boulders of sand
Upon the solid ground-nothing distinct-no where to go
Not even down…
Then I
Awake to the sound
Don't answer the phone!
Hide under the covers
Go to sleep quick! quick!
Quick before ITS TOO LATE…
Now reality keeps you Away till sleep takes you again
To authenticity
Where you know you'll be so
Small
