Lucid Illusions Forming Existence
Sometimes, life mimics my dreams without permission.
Shadowing me upon awakening.
Or is it the other way around?
Whatever this place is, called our reality, to me, feels like the nightmare.
Surreal disaster only comes once and a while.
Visions of catastrophe taking all forms.
Tidal waves flood and I can’t swim.
From zombies I run, but they always win.
Nuclear fallout burning me alive.
My eyes always open right before I die.
The eternity of darkness and nothing surrounds,
there’s no place to go in a never ending space of empty sounds.
God’s angry, he wants to take back what is...