Dreaming awake.
The corners appear.
As the walls shake.
Come manic fear.
Eyes become satyr'd.
The source of all religion.
As ticking tocks backwards.
Your reality is little more than a vision.
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Author:
Dorian Dark (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Written on a bad trip but could have a higher meaning. The trip got better though.. I ate a doughnut.
- Category: Spiritual
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