Sleep Paralysis

Wed, 01/29/2014 - 00:46 -- hsadiq


The people act like they know me.

Act like they know what it's like to be "free".

Freedom? What a fucking joke.

Locked inside the bars of my own mind, rattling the cells but no one hears me.

Screaming, fighting, hoping but it's no one.

Me and him.

In my mind, we're alone together, trying to understand if he's like the other.

Isn't it a trip that he's only in my dreams?

Appearing to me as my idol, twisting my thoughts...what if it's all a scheme?

A damn scheme to make me lose myself in the maze of my own thoughts.

Rattling the cells in my mind.

In the end, you're forced to retreat that dark corner.

The one that holds the darkness, hatred, anger...THAT corner.

The one where you hug your knees and mumble a silent prayer under your breath.

The one where you pray to your God, that you just wake up.


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