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 his.
Should I be preparing for the end?
I’ve been captured and tortured. I need to be saved.
Making me see what keeps us afraid.
The dreams that are chilling I can not control.
I try to scream but my voice has gone mute.
The lucid ones are mine inside and out.
My subconscious knows when a face looks familiar.
I’ve heard the same life stories over and over.
With each person who tells their version only tiny details change.
They push me back down and say it’s not my time.
I need to open my 3d eye which they try to blind.
True awareness is taking control of my subconscious mind.
The real disaster is what's around and in front of me when I open my eyes.
When I closed them again,
an angel came in geometric form.
He wasn’t always an angel though.
At one time he was just like me.
He reassured me everything was ok and gave me a hug.
That in this world and the next, where he is, we’re surrounded by nothing but love.

© littlelisastar