“Dreamscape”
In the dead of night,
Through the fog of my mind,
Shapeless beings,
Faceless creatures
Swirling in the mist.
Visions of loveliness,
Euphoric.
Visions of darkness,
Petrifying
I would like nothing,
But to spend my life here.
The fog writhes and churns,
And I find myself
In an unknown world.
As the mists leave,
They take their memories with them.
Nothing is left
But the darkness.
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