GhostMachine
04/04/08, 01:56 PM
Switched off the lights that sent my shadow running to escape,
I realized that my ability to hallcuinate had overrun reality,
and slowly my dream world was seeping into my eyes,
like a veil constantly covering my mind...like a black bag over my head.
I felt like a captive of terrorists of my own creation,
surely the demons knew I was the creator,
but they tied me down without quivering,
and though I created them,
they controlled me without hesitation.
Muted by a strip of black electrical tape,
I saw myself in the mirror when they opened my eyes,
and found a my negative poised over me...the positive,
though nothing was positive about this,
I merely quivered with fear of my own hallucinations,
powerless to stop what had come,
I knew then that dreams were my reality.
And with a shudder I quit dreaming,
found only the dark solitude of my empty mind,
and began racing for some kind of exit sign in this finite abyss that was me,
even if every step felt like an empty expression of self hatred,
I didn't stop to think of it until green luminescence appeared over my closed eyes,
without gasping I leapt...the door closed as I landed inches away,
only to reawaken in the chair that I had been tied to.
In the distance I heard the thunder and the rain calling,
and though storm was coming,
I didn't make an effort to escape this chair...
I waited to be washed away inside myself.
I realized that my ability to hallcuinate had overrun reality,
and slowly my dream world was seeping into my eyes,
like a veil constantly covering my mind...like a black bag over my head.
I felt like a captive of terrorists of my own creation,
surely the demons knew I was the creator,
but they tied me down without quivering,
and though I created them,
they controlled me without hesitation.
Muted by a strip of black electrical tape,
I saw myself in the mirror when they opened my eyes,
and found a my negative poised over me...the positive,
though nothing was positive about this,
I merely quivered with fear of my own hallucinations,
powerless to stop what had come,
I knew then that dreams were my reality.
And with a shudder I quit dreaming,
found only the dark solitude of my empty mind,
and began racing for some kind of exit sign in this finite abyss that was me,
even if every step felt like an empty expression of self hatred,
I didn't stop to think of it until green luminescence appeared over my closed eyes,
without gasping I leapt...the door closed as I landed inches away,
only to reawaken in the chair that I had been tied to.
In the distance I heard the thunder and the rain calling,
and though storm was coming,
I didn't make an effort to escape this chair...
I waited to be washed away inside myself.