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Vacant Reality
Encased within this box of surrealism, I find myself once more,
My judgements clouded, perceptions fazed, confusion penetrating my core.
Emotional detachment grips my soul, so close yet so far away,
Your restrictive grasp, it numbs my mind, no consciousness for me today.
The border between slumber and awakening once again finds itself in war,
Each side equipped with psychological weapons and each in my back they shall bore.
Encased within this box of surrealism, I find myself once more,
My judgements clouded, perceptions fazed, confusion penetrating my core.
Emotional detachment grips my soul, so close yet so far away,
Your restrictive grasp, it numbs my mind, no consciousness for me today.
The border between slumber and awakening once again finds itself in war,
Each side equipped with psychological weapons and each in my back they shall bore.
written several months ago. It coincided with my art project on mental illness.
NB: written in 2009
NB: written in 2009
© 2009 - 2024 moonwolf17
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