Becoming The Void Poem by Frank DeFulgentis

i am lost again
in the inter-dimension
since
i walked through
the dream residue
everything
has gone wrong
its hard to see
reality

i do not count the hours
anymore
the fears
or the sins
on the
suffering faces
those dripping
water torture
bottom of the
well
places

at first
i am on the top
branch
looking down
the tree
the gray skies
behind me
but it always feels
like hell
is on my heels

when i wake
its always the same
i am drowning
in the fall
the mother
of all anxiety
the blood of my sins
psychedelic visions

it is then that
i understand
sublimation
can turn it around
the irony of
the truth
only brings
people
down
the dream
may seem irrational
but its the only actual
escape

for the most part
morning is
tainted flesh
the lingering night
decreases
our dreams
disintegrate
into pieces
and the true
reality comes
until
the rising sun
once again
becomes a demon

we try to remind ourselves
we are perfect
at least for another day