A matrix of memories trail away.
As I continue to sleep.
Walking on tattered thoughts,
Voices drift within and echo throughout.
Prolific moments descend from the ceiling.
Swinging in the breeze, growing their fruitful wrath.
Like a ripcord, the anchors yank me under.
Forever caught in a motionless fall.
Reining in this catacomb,
Terror and Beauty collide.
Resonating experiences unimaginable.
However, you\'ll miss it, if you get put to sleep.