I’m not awake. I can feel your hands grabbing me, pulling me into your soul.
Your hypothetical mind chases me, it hunts me down. You are haunting me.
I’m not awake.
Your dream within my dream. Your hypoGod exists. My reality fades.
’m not awake.
My breath is heavy. My heart stops. A hypothetical kiss is all it takes to make me crawl back to you. Don’t just close your eyes. I am here on my knees. No tears of mercy, just abuse my mind.
I’m not awake.
Run. Hide from me. I will not chase you. I will not try to find you. Don’t count on me, I can’t be trusted. Your hypoGod can’t save me. Ashes to ashes, shadows and darkness.
Your consciousness lies.
Are you awake? Can you rescue us all? Draw a line on my face. Press your scribbled hand on my lips so I wont scream. I will not just close my eyes. Make me see who you are.
You are my hypoGod. Am I your God?
Wake up.
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