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Sleep

Jan 5, 2024
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By Anushree


Haunting curiosity consciousness battles 

The unchallenged victor of the wake 

All carefully coded in morbid illusions 

Tucked away on the highest shelf 


Consciousness out blurred 

Knocked down by victor of slumber 

Fickle sleep sneak conjures up webs

The spells cast kaleidoscopic figures 


Spun up in the sticky webs of screams and slaughter 

As blood flows free and smiles turn terror 

Flailing against the new threads of flashes 

Writhing, begging, failing hoping 

In the hours of wake and un-awake 

Mushed now, sanity mediates the battle 

None shall prevail in my reign 

Life shall go on, no matter smiles, no matter slaughter 



Holding out the torch of fate 

Slumber passes on to sleep’s dismay

Once more the cycle sets in motion 

All is happy and all is gay 


I am not gone, I haven’t left 

All my spells will linger, just beyond the grey

Day by day stronger I do grow 

The illusions, your reality soon 


Snickers the bribing devil conspicuous 

Underling of the conscious 

Charges forth now unawake’s charioteer 

Sanity aghast only manages ‘You betrayer’ 

 

I, unawake, stand unchallenged

The victory supreme so sweet 

Slumber is now all you will ever need 

Conscious reality a sandy desert dreary 


I have, yet again, your wishes fulfilled 

My master, I say, the harbinger of ultimate slumber 

The cloaked figure turns towards the lover 

Beckoning the soldier, lover, a little closer 

Wrenches a blow, swift 

Shocked, the servant looks up in horror 

Echoes, my dear fool, as away slumps life 

Never gets old to see the strife 


By Anushree



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