The Creatures of Torment
A Mind Meld of Mirrored 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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