Oneirology
Awaken
For a severed head might do the trick
To keep alps and mares at bay
And save you from dying in your sleep
Swirling reality of obscure origin
No obsessive mare shall plague me
Until they swim all the waters
That flow upon the earth
But is their staring benign?
Are they aware of the signs?
Or am I trapped in a world
In which terror reigns nigh?
False awakening
Surreal interpretation
Their faceless expressions
And textless writing
Condemned to this weight
Of eternal punishment
The mares' pressure
Creeping up from below
False awakening
Surreal interpretation
Their faceless expressions
And textless writing
But is their staring benign?
Are they aware of the signs?
Or am I trapped in a world
In which terror reigns nigh?
Colors quickly turn to dust
A deceitful vignette starts to form
Oceans dry and mountains crumble
The mind becomes aware
Awaken
For a severed head won't do the trick
To save our irrelevant human bodies
From the mare sitting on your chest