Oneirology

Awaken
For a severed head might do the trick
To keep alps and mares at bay
And save you from dying in your sleep

Swirling reality of obscure origin
No obsessive mare shall plague me
Until they swim all the waters
That flow upon the earth

But is their staring benign?
Are they aware of the signs?
Or am I trapped in a world
In which terror reigns nigh?

False awakening
Surreal interpretation
Their faceless expressions
And textless writing

Condemned to this weight
Of eternal punishment
The mares' pressure
Creeping up from below

False awakening
Surreal interpretation
Their faceless expressions
And textless writing

But is their staring benign?
Are they aware of the signs?
Or am I trapped in a world
In which terror reigns nigh?

Colors quickly turn to dust
A deceitful vignette starts to form
Oceans dry and mountains crumble
The mind becomes aware

Awaken
For a severed head won't do the trick
To save our irrelevant human bodies
From the mare sitting on your chest