The Collected Psychosis No.5 Poem by Alietc. .

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.

Dreams flicker like distant stars, elusive and intangible. They dance at the edges of my mind, teasing me with their fleeting brilliance. I yearn to join them, to break free from this stagnant state and embrace the vibrant tapestry of life once more.

But here I remain, suspended in this limbo of existence. My thoughts echo in the emptiness, reverberating with unanswered questions. Do they remember me? Do they see the flicker of life that still burns within? Or am I forgotten, a relic of a life once lived?

In the depths of this coma, I find solace in the quietude. In the absence of external stimuli, I am left alone with my thoughts, forced to confront the depths of my being. It is here that I discover the realm between dreams and reality, a silent witness to the ebb and flow of life.