Splayed upon the couch again,
Sipping tea with lifeless friends,
Watching time start slipping by,
As pale smudges trek the sky.
Feather quilts cushion my lapse,
Falling in a filled mind's gaps,
Pass through each translucent thought,
Making repressed feelings sought.
Ecstacy mixed with unease,
Floral scents on southern breeze,
Memories altered from what passed,
Eating away hours fast.
Surfacing my meditation,
With resistance, hesitation,
Dare to wander from my sleeping?
As the sun is higher creeping?
Nearer through the window's panes,
Is the dream-break loss or gain?
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"The darkest souls are not those which choose to exist within the hell of the abyss, but those which choose to break free from the abyss and move silently among us..." 
"Do not wander in the deeps, where the Shriker's shadow creeps. When he rises from beneath, beware the sharpness of his teeth..."
Art done by me. Requests are welcome. Ask for prices.
"Do not wander in the deeps, where the Shriker's shadow creeps. When he rises from beneath, beware the sharpness of his teeth..."
Art done by me. Requests are welcome. Ask for prices.
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