A cold pale corpse lay upon silken sheets, breathless and unmoving.
Figures of life entered the room, one a banshee in pain the other a grimaced glass man.
The unfortunate event skip forward to a cold slab with white bioluminescence above.
White coats dug and cut into my now organ less vessel. My body now this dead empty rut.
The flesh wound sewed shut and organs in airtight sarcophagi.
My hollow cadaver placed in a pressurized coffin and stowed away.
Another vision shows me being lowered into my earthen tomb with grieving specters looming above.
My spirit now walks the other world eternal, and I'm greeted by a phantom girl.
She walked me around, allowing me to assess this world with my poltergeist eyes.
The dream ends with a warning, a word of caution. Don't let the happiness go or demonization will occur.
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Change can be Death in Disguise
PoetryThis a poem about a recent dream I had that real freaked me out and I decided to research meanings and to also write it down to get it off my mind. I may add more "chapters" to this work or i may not, we will see.
