Oneirology -

Awaken

For a severed head might do the trick

To keep alps and mares at bay

And save you from dying in your sleep

Swirling reality of obscure origin

No obsessive mare shall plague me

Until they swim all the waters

That flow upon the earth

But is their staring benign?

Are they aware of the signs?

Or am I trapped in a world

In which terror reigns nigh?

False awakening

Surreal interpretation

Their faceless expressions

And textless writing

Condemned to this weight

Of eternal punishment

The mares' pressure

Creeping up from below

False awakening

Surreal interpretation

Their faceless expressions

And textless writing

But is their staring benign?

And are they aware of the signs?

Or am I trapped in a world

In which terror reigns nigh?

Colors quickly turn to dust

A deceitful vignette starts to form

Oceans dry and mountains crumble

The mind becomes aware

Awaken

For a severed head won’t do the trick

To save our irrelevant human bodies

From the mare sitting on your chest