Running

The nightmares are here again

Lost in a cloud of smoke

Moving in circles

In a maze

Running from the monsters

Into the arms of other monsters

Monstrosity

Deceiving the Mind

Running on hopelessness

Running my mind like a geme

Hate this life

Love this life

No sense

In this thoughts

Suntrade

Outside the Dream

Waking up is always painful

A meaningless

Interruption of the dream

Life is a form of suffering

Given to us

Not by a merciful God

But a punishment

For something unknown

Maybe we just happened

To be clay, available

To an almighty creator

Indifferent to us

Most of the time

A past time for an

All powerful force

Already bored

Awakening

Stepping out into the real world

It’s cold as ice in the middle of summer

Shadowy and shrank,

Fake and pretentious

Breeding the rotten stench

That is real, reality

Frozen death in a box

The Redirector

Rewriting the future

By forgetting the past

Everything gets disappears

Into the great fog of lost memory

The ground still remains

As well as the laws of nature

Just more incomprehensible

Than ever

Butterflies

Losing power and clout

Falling down the abyss of passivity

A cold and lonely

Road is in front of me

Still it does not matter

Because it’s just a dream

Called reality by the ignorant

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A day filled

With grey sky and

The white night is

Tormenting the soul

The night is full of errors

The mind running berserk

Short moments of sleep

Comes as a blessing