A Mind Infinite

Infinity: The Views of a Dreamer


Ringing from the phone fills my mind with dread,

for to hold the phone against my ears with the obligation to respond with this sewn shut mouth constitutes the worst of tortures

Tormented with the sound of heavy breathing only increases the rate of beats for this weak and wary heart as adrenaline spikes out in a roaring thunder,

could that strange echo of the breathing that horrid pulsating harsh breathing possibly be coming from the other room?

Paranoia fills the senses,

no longer can such torment be handled, with hands turning frightfully into jelly and the falling phone crashing against the floor

Teeth crash against the other in wishful thinking of it being a simple case of mistakenly dialing the wrong number,

with no control the haze forcefully takes hold of the body and deeper I fall into the pit of rest

Outside of the paralyzing of slumber, an entity of the darkest of black with not a mouth nor eyes hovers above my resting soul,

drawing my breath into his through a grotesque slit appearing where there was no mouth

Laying silently fondling — molesting the dream I find myself in ,

insidiously breathing without a word spoken, the darkly cloaked entity grasps hold of my dream

Turning the most sacred objects of my desire to flame,

releasing a spell of midnight blackness over the bright skies of my dream

In a cold sweat I awake,

with the fragrance of death lingering above



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