my dreams of late
are but whispers of dark madness
sparkling demons kiss my name in the howling wind

the resonating shriek razor thin
pierces deep the lines of cerebral logic

awake is only temporary coherence
fear dangles it's ice picks above
poised to plummet and shatter
my fleeting grasp on reality

I am an optical scream perceived
distortion of violent overbearing colors
reverberate their haunting torment
weighing me down

a desperate me.

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