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Dreams, Idon'teven, Journals, Nightmares, Poetry, Random Creativity, Sleep, TIred, What
Floating in the dense air
Thinking as I lay there
Pictures in a frame
Circled by a white cloud
Voices being so loud
Are they all the same?
Wretched hands they grab skin
Sticky blood on cold pins
Undying hunger gnaws
Wanting warmth in their bed
Forever on, so they tread
Defying nature’s laws
Tricky little gremlins
Stealing all my somethin’s
Flee to other planes
Chasing them all o’er town
Tired, then I slow down
‘Cause it’s all the same
Flickering, the light’s on
Everything is all gone
Picking up a pen
Fleeting by, it’s so fast
Memories are now past
I write it down again.
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Occasionally, when I’m really tired or just out of it, I write random poetry. Just whatever comes into mind. I did this one last night literally 2 minutes before I fell asleep. I went and revised it slightly, but didn’t change much of it. Interpret it as you will.