Coma, eyes open.

The dreams you control, are the ones you get lost in.

Coma, eyes open.

Peace in the lucidity of a dream.

Faces growling,

eyes swelling.

Hard hitting mentions, of you in passing.

Fluid sounds of a guitar rasping,

I’m knocked back in.

Reality’s rude interjection,

“awake”.

Author's Note

Would love to hear some reviews, constructive criticism is always welcome to!

Reviews

[Craba]

goodness, pondering write, quite enjoyed.