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Dark Waking Dreams

By Anonymous
the ground waves to salute my succulent bliss
its accent not without an unheard scream
the gauntlet has been served, its rim I will kiss
the portal to my waking dream

sirens call to me
why will that record not cease to repeat?
my sorrows chime and won't let me be
I will be naught to defeat

I go up the upside down stair
heaven will be my hell
despair my repair
will conundrums my fortune tell?

The never ending spiral my straight
upon the brink tribulations pour up to me
across the chasm I need a street
darkness boils scalding my glee

The path goes straight back to itself
sanity dogs me, taunting me to desperation
the ladder is too short, and reason stands upon a shelf
save me from this labyrinth of desecration!
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