Alietc. . Poems

in the stygian depths of a nightmare, I embarked on a journey cloaked in dread, where the air was thick with the foul stench of decay. each step I took sent ripples through the muck, and my very existence seemed a grotesque parody of life. what swamp did you rise from? a voice, twisted with malice, echoed in my mind.

naked and shivering I wandered through this forsaken wasteland, my footsteps punctuted by the sickening squelch of mud, as if the very earth sought to devour me.
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In the vast expanse of silence, I reside. A prisoner of my own mind, trapped within the confines of this unyielding sopor. My body lies motionless, broken, a mere vessel for my dormant spirit. Time flows around me, its currents carrying the sounds of life that I can no longer perceive.

I am a spectator to the world, a ghost in the realm of the living. I hear whispers - voices filled with longing and despair. They speak to me, their words laced with hope, as if their mere presence could bridge the gap between my slumbering consciousness and the waking world.
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