Wake Up My Dear

-
I
feel
like
I'm
in
a
dream...
The most lucid of its kind...

Everything feels
unreal
Everything feels
surreal
I can't move
I can't breathe

I'm drowning

I'm
d
r
o
w
n
i
n
g
In air it makes no sense but I'm
suffocating

Trying to
grasp
for
breath
but each time I attempt it
I become less
able
I become less
stable

Crushing
down
Is all crashing down
Tumbling
         falling
              pieces
                        of
                            my
                                 L I F E
Into
S E G M E N T S
and broken
F R A G M E N T S
In
disarray
nothing here makes sense
FUCK!!!!


Why
can't
I
run
right
now


I keep trying but my
feet-feel-bound
I can't see the
monster
but
that
ominous vibe
Surrounds
my atmosphere
and 
I
know
it's
here

Watching
me
Waiting for
me
Preying at
me

I need to
SCREAM
but I open my
mouth
and I cannot make a
sound.




E M P T I N E S S
a common topic followed with this
P E S S I M I S T I C - M E S S
distress
Compress all this stress
and place it
else
where.

Wake up.
Fez you need to wake up my dear
because
what if this is your
only
chance and you never do?
What are you going to do?
Constantly live your life untuned?

This
dream
isn't
yours
to
live...
As strangely lucid as it is...





-Fez

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