Running ahead of illusions,
Of a reflection in the mirror,
the dead are revisiting,
though in the least bit comforting,
I slip in my sheets lower &
The ghost still remains in it’s haunting.
Paranoia of darkness is riveting &. .
I thought I’ld love it against the dawn skimming.
Visions would clear, my sleep be sound ,
Walk across a mirror, a reflection to me scorned,
A vision of wrong, a question had me surround.
If I was still drafting, dreaming things around,
& foots were leaving the ground . .
Dark abyss is home, I march out !!
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