Reoccurring visions.
Fractured illusions plague my mind.
Am I losing my sanity or am I simply asleep?
Countless compositions.
These fractured delusions infest my perception.
Only in my trance I face the affliction.
It soon becomes my obsession.
I break free.
Redefined memories are confounded in my thought.
Silence conveys my footsteps.
Repetitive theorization.
Many moments have passed.
The silence conveys.
I now fear the need to sleep.
I now abhor the need to see.
As I close my eyes I fear what comes to sight.
Is this just a dream or is this a glimpse of reality?
I awake and I can't bare to take the fate
that has been bestowed upon me.
The still silence lingers in my sleep.
Opening my eyes.
Realizing that my obsessions may,
they may truly exist
With every ounce within me,
I consistently survey for my clouded scheme.
Opening my eyes.
Realizing I can not break free.