Tuesday, April 17, 2018

A Premonition of Doom/Tripping

A Premonition of Doom


A premonition of doom, clouds her day.
She is bewildered, how can it find her?
her sleep is uneasy,
she tosses and turns, sweating
rest eludes her, she finds no comfort
voices speak, she cannot understand
they come slowly, she hears the footsteps
quietly they arrest her,
she struggles to break free..
"No!" she screams
"It can't be me.."
they laugh until the laughter fades..
she runs widly, no where to go
memories get twisted, she's lost in forever
wild with terror
her soul erupts..
the premonition of doom,
is just a step behind her...


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Tripping


I feel the needle prick my arm
I feel the heat going deep in my veins
sit back and relax,,  my thoughts recede
closing my eyes, I feel motion, gently rocking me
I hear somebody singing,
a beautiful voice, soft, gentle faraway
nothing matters,
I smile easy, I breath easy
feels so good, being lost in the dream world
my own existence, my own madness
my mind safely locked away,
where no one can find me
reality is outside, and I have closed the doors
the warmth continues to move through me
it's like warm water being poured on me
I feel naked, safe, secure, happy
all is well
totally alone, I know I cannot get up
I want to feel this way forever
feeling blissful nothingness....


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