Drifting down and folding into oneself Thoughts firing, racing, then end Rhythmic pulsing perceived by one Abrupt, silence, a silence like never before Creation unfolds, chaotic at first but with a purpose Parallels drawn from a world oceans apart Separated merely by an intangible concept Emotion blurs, snaps back and forth Light pierces through A savage monster resides inside, piercing eyes waiting for me A familiarity only humans hide Behind a veiled tapestry stitched together by perception Drift, Silence, Nothing We're only waiting to begin this fucking nightmare All consuming, a never ending nightmare Terra-forming the gray matter into something tangible This never ending fucking nightmare, exasperates the sentiments beneath my crumbling, waning, melting surface It never ceases to end A palpable revelation, glimpsed by a desperation of thoughts grazing the psyche The only answer to the incomprehensible question is to fucking wake up What does waking up truly mean? What can it explain to our minds that are truly intolerant of things we will never come to comprehend We will never understand Wake up from this dream, open your eyes to reality I see that this is not the end Fucking open your eyes to see the monsters you've created deep within your subconsciousness Wake up...