State of collapse 

The lines of dream and reality

Have been blurred beyond recognition 

A mist permanently wraps itself around me

Its icy fingers have a grip tighter than death

They simulate drowning; no, this is drowning 

Perfect dimensions don’t exist anymore

The (dis)order of anarchy is ruling 

Like mighty malevolent Gods towering over me

Acting like reminders; they have an all seeing eye

And I can’t escape this prison of pain

The slow burn of time and its gradual march 

Has never felt this focused, this twisted,

This vehement 

Mighty structures have collapsed

And I now have to search for meaning 

In their debris

A ton of words, faces, and feelings 

All of them lie wasted 

And a silent breeze keeps blowing 

Pushing in a direction far away from you.

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