Slipping ever silent through thorns
Attack, scrape the memories
Easily basked beneath the blue flames.
A loss of control mind body and soul,
Unbearable shock of realisation,
Trapped amid the musty warmth.
Should it be degraded, shunned
For its frustrating lack of clarity,
Mocked as the unbearable urge layers you.
For I've fallen. And it's too late.
Absent arms guide the shaken
Path of the destruction that awaits.
Thunder cracks a tear stained sky,
Exhaustion drips, from a protective embrace.
A whisper reaches a far horizon.
I'm forced to observe surroundings,
Oblivious to to the disappearance
Of those around me.
Wake. Reality is the dream worth surviving.
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