Chaos the theme

An un-ending dream

Nothing is ever what it seems

Unable to grasp what the fuck it all means

I always wake up

Standing in the closet in my hand is a cup

Feeling terrified like I should jump

What the hell, get it together

I float through the day as if I’m a feather

Stopped by a sudden change in the weather

Life is just becoming so dull

Crushing my bones, climbing into my skull

The lid of a tombstone beginning to roll

Hold-up wait

A twist of fate

On a bed of nails I sit and debate

It’s all too clear

A reflection distorted in a shattering mirror

Image resembling the shape of fear

I fight to suppress the urge to cry

All is for nothing if I’m just living to die

A glimpse of something through thick fog and mist

Bringing my feelings to a boil and now I’m suddenly pissed

Trying not to dwell on everything that I’ve missed

From this dream in which I’ve awoke

Where there was thousands of people yet none of them spoke

Silent laughter at some silent joke

In the silence I found no humor

A headache arose feeling like a brain tumor

Oh how I wished I could have awoken much sooner.

 

By: Corrie Pearson