Slipping
As I slip through the VeilSilently
In my dreams, in my trance
My mind convulses.
It is rich and deep here
What I see through the mist
Still and cool.
Like blood pulsing through my veins
The intricacies take my breath away
The beauty, and the horror.
It pulls me to stay
To escape the pain and harshness
But is is not to be yet
Only to visit, briefly a glimpse,
A longing for stillness, yet clawing to life.
~Nyx Moirae
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