... The Reoccuring Dream Part III...
(This piece wasn't as much of as experiment as it was unleashing pure thoughts onto paper.)
If you calm then take my hand a massacre image weaving through my internal. Decaying prayers a lost religion summon fears of ancient design a demon reborn. Overwhelming horror cut through the storm. Wait. Silence. Frozen. Chanting enchanting soft echoing voice vanishing life darkness surrounding inescapable eyelids peeling wet tears running wild twisted stomach unbalancing heavy mind. Enraging animalistic instinctive survival wild thrashing godless hope so alone in fighting. Please escape all but she who cures. Embrace post traumatic rapid rhythmic beatings intertwining. Please, oh please, if you calm take my hand.
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