Realms

The Contortionist

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Thousands of wasted words, millions of misinterpreted miscommunications;
Progress is slowing, a delayed reaction has caused a momentary lapse.

All of this feels like a nightmare i can't escape,
Caught between the realms of sleep and bad reality
That has left me trapped under ice.
And i'm drowning and fighting for air to survive, with nowhere to go.

I feel the water fill my lungs and take me into its arms.
I never thought i would end, i never thought i could die like this.

I refuse to look into the light.
No - i will not die like this.
What did you expect?
This is not a dream, but a thought.

Death will come to me on my own terms.