Can this be hell?
What can I tell?
False perceptions
Frozen stroll—
Distorting what one
Thinks too…
No
Sense expansion among possible side effects
Light severs eyes with flooding lens
Ghosts trod hunchbacked in marching bend
Warning sign an angry red
Tears may shed without regret
It’s not about what others get
Fugue state alters how some stand
Caught amid processional blend
As fear surreal, can’t comprehend
What we perceive may be pretend
And it is your dream…
That needed to amend
While higher consciousness attends
No outlet taped to concrete block
Transit rumbling after shock
Their streaking frames in motion caught—
Silent nightmare scene
Rose-tinted land
Watch us go by
The walking dead
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