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Overthrown are my dreams

Into shackles of desolation

Sustained by the rhythm

Of unrestrained creation.

Then imagination beckons

My thoughts into mysterious forest;

Resistance is senseless,

Besotted, ensorcelled I trail follow

Ossified trees spread the roots,

Their whispering leaves try to choke me;

Am I within embraces of the infinite wood?

Am I really here the only beholder?

Flora with tentacles scrapes my skin -

Plants of unknown origin, no any fauna!

Toxic petrichor gnaws from within...

No Heaven, no Sun, no Madonna.

Soaked in dismay I stand motionless

My mouth seems sewn, mind's deactivated;

Curdled by the dread and suspence

Is this my own world that I have created?

Invisible gripe squeezes my numb innards

Soul is unable to comprehend and realize

That I'm here to remain in ataraxia and fears-

The only being to be victimized!

Under the naked Moon,

Scorched by arcane monsoon...