Twisting your intentions.
Underminding your rationality
.
Creating a monster in one failed swoop.
Turning back the hands of time.
Wiping it all away as if it never were at all.
Flickering in.
Flickering out.
Transforming yourself into something else.
Your voice and face transparent.
Floating like rings of smoke.
Attempting to deceive the untrained eye.
with this mock version of who you were.
All that was you, is now irrelevant.
Leaving you with nothing at all.
All you see.
All you know.
All there is.
Flickers in.
Flickers out.
Life as black as night.
Seemily standing still.
Engulfed within a cold dead blackness.
Inanimate suspension.
Scene after scene,
Played out in mock acts of normality.
Hearing only echoes of voices and words.
That seem to be calling you.
Within this subconsciece continuum.
Flickering in.
Flickering out.
Floating within a realm of warped reality.
Inside that second.
That one breathe.
When it all seemed to stop dead.
Inside out.
Real into fantasy, day into night.
Black into white, one is the other.
Here yet, no where at all.
Flickering in.
Flickering out.
Flicker,
Flicker,
Flicker out.
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