Every night
My mind is plunged into my subconscious
Like a sunken anchor.
Deeper does it dive toward the Hadal Zone,
Where ignominious demons take form..
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Every night
They control the moon,
Ripping me from this dull world
Into their sea of teeth,
Cradling my mind into madness
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When the morning arrives,
I wash upon the shore littered with dead turtles..
With zero conveyance,
I rise up and stumble
Into an unknown world.
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Sincerely Rob
Escaping to the past with dark visions of the future while stuck in the present
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