Wrapped in
thought like night’s warm embrace
Swirling lies
in camouflage and stars to light my face
Endlessly
looked over by a passerby to look away
Swimming in
the empty night sky, sinister dark grey
Bubbles are
floating about and slowly they pop
Too hard to
soak up their deluge with ghost mops
A chill then
fills the air and sends panic in their faces
A look of
utter terror for what awaits in empty spaces
And in the
heart they see what their brain cannot know
Paranoia was
the crop and you reap what you sow
Ego splattering
about like a grenade too soon burst
Not enough
water in the sea to quench their greedy thirst
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