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waking up into a dream

the bubble remains, like a placenta bringing on the still born

the mind remains inactive.

eyes keep on blinking,the heart beating

lifeless inside, in monotony consumed.

stuck in the cellophane,bloodflow becomes untamed

attachment defused to nothing.

empty and cold, the heart went numb

blink of an eye, the years went by

they melted away, all the joy diminished

swallowed by the suicide.

stuck in the cellophone

revival through self worth,

now i am the conqueror standing in blissful isolation.