As I float on uneven clouds of consciousness, I can't help but wonder where have been lead
I wait in vain for a rushing spirit to knock me down and end this dread
a million images flash before my eyes and cause my thoughts to break
these sensations make my skin crawl, it seems I can only pray that I soon will wake
these sky-lit stairs are as twisted as this ever fading dream
locked away in this broken-down building with rain fogged windows, my throat is filled with a soundless scream
I can feel this presence start to race up to the mysterious second floor
but a can't bare to go, so I back up against the wooden door
now I can feel the dreadful presence creeping up behind me, so I rush over and step upon these skylight stairs and then I pause and start to move slow
the hair on the back of my neck stands up, and like an electric pulse that makes body tremble deep into it's core like icy cold wind against my skin that makes my breath like a fog rising from within me show
what should await me? I wonder as I reach the last step, will it mean that this dream will finally meet it's end?
I can only hope but still ponder what it all meant
though my own mind has caused this insanity,confusion and distress, myself I choose not to resent.
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