I'm a faceless fiend
A formless being
What you see is not trueMy physical apparition is only imaginary
A meer figment from your dreamsWhile you sleep,
My soul is lurking,
Creeping between your heavy eyelidsWatching you
With a forever tired expression
So tired as though
A stoic silence possesses meFor you see
I'm not real
A spirit beyond your comprehension
One that only exists
While you sleepBut what if
I walked along
The land of sleep?Sleep to me
Isn't the same
As sleep to youIt is reaching
Deep into my mind
Into every nook
Into every cranny
Any corner
It is all thereI wide open space
Ranging on and on
With no end
Yet it is indeed
All there
All around me
Within my vision
Without missing anythingColors change there
Nothing can stay the same
Yet it stays familiarToday a deep
Glowing red scenery
Endless hallways
That also have
An endSoft echoes of
My static thoughts
With a gentle breezeClose my eyes here
Disappear deep into
This realmI feel like
I am floating
My mind has
Been expanded
My senses are
Both existent and nonexistentThe content warmth
Growing around meI am free
No visual formI am only
Truly here
When I am asleep
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Gravity
PoesíaGravity slips out and beyond our grasp ((Collection of random poetry))