Waking to a dream, entering the ethereal Gazing, wide awake in the world of the sleeping Clear definitions of dream versus reality shatters Parts of a whole, forming the existential weave Twins of the origin Soaring past the gates built by a thousand fever dreams Entering the halls, constructed by the collective subconsciousness This palace everchanging, adjusting and breathing through our thoughts Oozing this night from the pains and pleasures present here Exquisite architecture, unmatched and unformed The waking world pales by comparison Acting the grand observer of countless thoughtforms Seeing the astral doubles of experienced emotions Grotesque beings of projected hatred Produced by the physical plane, hand in hand with suffering My silver cord commands my presence onward Deeper into the considered unreal of no boundaries This domain has the potential to be anything Yet it is diminished by man The thoughtforms of loathing and ignorance Appears again in these halls Their silhouettes becoming more vivid Attempting to feed on my presence Leaving the palace of omnipotent dreaming Hunted by messengers of mankinds imagery Returning to flesh in shades of blood and silver Heed recall nothing!
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