Coma

By Brandon

Confined to attic walls, lies the hemispheric machine.
Restless with thought, constructing a wasteland.
Encephalic inhabitants spin a Web of a world, where only I reside.
All withheld is spilled behind eyes, in a theatrical series of questionable events.
A world forged solely on falsity, and fantasy.
What of this cage, when the coma breaks hold?
When design no longer coincides, with what hides behind my eyes?
What awaits on the other side?

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Copyright 2016 Brandon
Published on Monday, May 30, 2016.     Filed under: "Journal"

Author's Note:

No fun rhymes or anything here.
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  • dwells On Tuesday, May 31, 2016, dwells (4288)By person wrote:

    Sounding like you need a night out maybe Brandon. The lure of the RPG has gotcha by the sound of it maybe. Come back to us and cheers! - Dan

  • Brandon On Wednesday, June 1, 2016, Brandon (4)By person wrote:

    Quite the contrary.

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