The Open Reality
Author: Mere


Oh, the nightmares,
They take over my body,
And I lay there,
Because no one can get me out of it,
And in that state,
I'm nonexistent,
Screaming at the top of my lungs,
Although I know,
Not a soul can save me.
I can sometimes wake myself up,
It's odd,
When it gets unbearable,
I'm stuck in it,
And can't awake,
And I'm still laying there,
In my head,
It's an epiphany.
Then sometimes,
I'm falling off a cliff,
That never ends,
But at some point,
I hit the surface,
And I jump out of my skin,
The feeling woke me,
The feeling of dying,
But it's careless,
Because no matter how horrified I am,
In my conscious,
I killed myself.


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Britney ( -- Friday, May 27 2005, 03:28 pm


Hey I feel ya on that poem...! Keep writing poems.. you have talent like you told me not to long ago...
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