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The Creatures of Torment

A Mind Meld of Mirrored Madness

By Lakrisha RaymondPublished 3 years ago 2 min read
Mirrors of Mind Madness

Inception, Resurrection

I lay me down to sleep

Trickle de trot

Counting lost sheep.

Where is this, I ask

Sleep solid shifting forms

Mattress to city

A nightmare is born.

Unconscious mind

Tells tales of no time

Blended realities

Physicality; a dense malady.

Walking through matter

Vehicular minds; the Mad Hatter

Unformed yet whole

Tragic truths of the soul.

Through the streets I walk

I am nothing, yet everything

A human, a ghost

All that lies in-between.

Am I real?

Am I not?

Hidden truths

Many forgot.

Gliding, street to sidewalk

Quantum to matter

Bending from sleep to wake

Back down the mind ladder.

Falling from the sky

Spiders of the galactic eye

Down to my form

A nightmare hath been re-born.

How did they blend?

Spiders now crawling to my head

Just in the streets

Now, invading my beds sheets.

Binary at root

The come to take root

A code of destruction

A faulty mind truth.

Faces of Fractals

Shattered realities

A broken mind space

Prescribed abnormalities.

A.I. Creatures

With legs of eight

Mirrored faces of thousands

Demented demons not late.

Each shard a dimension

Wrapped in form

Skies raining down

Mental illness, a storm.

Creeping and crawling

From 1D to 3

Clanking their metals

Coming for me.

Possession of dreamspace

Metaphysical attack

Frozen in form

Fight for life back.

Creeping for my ears

My eyes and my nose

Turn down the noise

Patient; take another dose.

Schizophrenia; borderline

Multiple personalities doth root

Hauntings of mental illness

Hath encumbered my soot

Dreamspace of midbrain

Can it be so

If I heal you just right

My pain doth let go.

Sneaking and wretching

These not of the truth

The poison of ages

Affecting our youth.

Trinity in me

So galactic, so free

I call on my forces

The family, my tree.

As 3 becomes 1

A circle is formed

Defeated manipulation

A cosmic star, Earth born.

Spiders of intelligence

Artificial you are

You come from the devil,

I come from the stars.

I feed you your poison

I alter your code

The virus within you,

Not welcome in this abode.

Divinely loved

Universally created

I rise from my bed

Unphased and unweighted.

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Lakrisha Raymond

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