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Parasomnia
04:26
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I used to wake at night and wander room to room
Physical dimensions seemed all wrong, my universe subsumed
Hypnagogic hallucinations
Parasomnia
Somnambulism, night terrors
Parasomnia
High was far too high, felt like miles above
Where a normal human child could conceive of
Those weirdly amplified sounds about my home
Senses heightened beyond my comfort, vision monochrome
My dear nightmares, you cause me to write
I fear the way you flow and juxtapose,
Your involuntary flood of ghastly sights,
Always giving me those haunting shows
Do you really come from memory?
You are far more cruel and frightening
Narratives built from input sensory,
Are you merely trite or enlight’ning?
Can I compare you to a freaky larch?
You are far more troublesome and odd
Feared clouds dull the creaky flowers of March,
And the nighttime is extrinsic fraud
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The Night Room
04:16
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The hour was late, light seen without
Beneath the room’s door, tension throughout
He was cross and burnt
Peace was in drought
I watched him pace. I cried “look out!”
He gives his fists a shake
And screams I've made a bad mistake
The only other sound's the awful break
of distant waves and birds, awake
The room is familiar, dark and deep
But he has promises to keep
Tormented with nightmares, he never sleeps
Revenge is a promise a man should keep
He rises from his cursed bed,
with thoughts of violence in his head
A flash of rage and he sees red
Without a pause I turned and fled
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Sons of Hydra
03:06
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Emerald swarms are sliding
Sons of Hydra gliding
Ceaselessly dividing
Upon the earth abiding
You can’t stop them
When you stomp them
You just clone them
Like a planarian
Endless creeping serpents - nature off the rails
Greenish seething nightmare - moving both night and day
Hydra’s sliding army - billions void of worth
Smothering creation - smashing, crushing all the earth
They tell me they’re symbols of fertility
But what I see is an exercise in futility
Their inexorable, empty non-utility
Surely snuffs out all their validity
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Unrealized Horrors
06:00
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A placid blue screen, a dire warning of horror
Earnest female voice, yet choosing to ignore her
The slim ibex moon offers no useful light
The abandoned easement fading into endless night
Something is there, unseen to the left
Its presence keenly felt but still indirect
Is it flesh or spirit? Matter or energy?
Imagination or imminent jeopardy
Eyes straining feebly in the murky dark
Unable to discern the slightest landmark
Violent, murderous events surely await
Feelings of dread and alarm accumulate
Seeming hours pass as we travel forward
Never nearing a single peaceful border
Unknowable horrors continue to menace
This silent nightmare’s sinister premise
Are its eyes upon us?
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The Wolves
04:19
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And then it was 2 in the morning
Like a shot they came without warning
A double phalanx on both sides forming
The wind blew strong as the sky began storming
Yeah, for us it was greatly alarming
And yet there was no anger or harming
Their gleaming golden eyes were searing and burning
Our car sped forward and their lines were not turning
The wolves the wolves
Stewards of the night
Know not fear
The wolves the wolves
Stewards of the night
Shield us here / disappear
Something unknown was slowly shewing
Fear and terror were quickly accruing
The wolves’ true purpose wasn’t pursuing
They meant to protect us there was no misconstruing
That fiendish presence it was nearing
In the rearview mirror we could see it appearing
Lacking a face yet was leering and sneering
Our convoy stayed close and kept us from fearing
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I Don't Need You
05:56
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A perfect rounded glade, an idyllic forest
Cloudless azure sky, the sun almost at zenith
The five-story spire held a polished stone platform
With twelve innocents facing false accusations
Ignorant annoyance at perceived betrayal
Uneasy laughter cannot hide their mounting fear
Malfeasance, corruption, transgression, villainy
Believing my own lies, my gross self-delusion
The time arrived, I chose my target
Stepping forward, I steeled myself
One by one, I sent them to their fates
They caused it, they earned it
They bought it, they paid
Convinced of the right course of action
It was all them, I’d done nothing wrong
Sources of pain, eliminated
Tranquility, composure, solitude
Isolation, loneliness, desolation
Abandonment, desertion
Emptiness, and pain
You can’t blame others
For your own misjudgements
I’ve made mistakes
But nothing quite like this
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