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Nights Like This..

Keep me up, only for playful dreams to find me.
After that, I'll step into my own realm to view my own psyche.

I never get far though, because I'm always blocked,
Stopped by some confused person who claims I'm still locked.

All nights, it's my image presented as the person.
Looks like me, but he looks like he could never do good and only worsen.

I study that version of me and see myself in those shoes,
But then I see the huge spot on his arm, a bruise.

I try to touch it but I retract and fade away into pieces.
When I materialize back, I see a thousand different faces.

Stepping back isn't a good idea because I fall off this edge, you see.
Luckily I fell right on top of a dead tree.

There it was in a meadow in the middle of nowhere.
I was still trying to figure out how I got there.

No edge above me, only lucid and vivid clouds swirled,
Now faster turning until the sky seemed curled.

I found quick comfort on my tree, something told me I needed the rest.
Looked above and didn't second guessed.

The previously luscious clouds poured darkness into my world,
Leaving me to see my area shirking and turning pearled.

The dark crept fast from the sky to the many grounds,
There it started to multiply into its mounds.

As it climbs around my tree and up as I stand to my neck,
I see the horrors of my mind without a single good speck.

Laughing is the only thing that comes to mind,
And as I'm consumed my head clears out since I ran out of time.