So all my lucid dreams are seemed to be elusive
As my nightmare illusions are scarcely decisive
So what.. myself an' I t'gether are inclined
To get just shadows of deceased past of mine
So I do wander as a somnambule ..comprehensive
Among Collosses which've been build depressive
To reflect ruins of forgotten realms decline
Оf which you should've not heard their story fine
And all those shambles still do remain obtrusive
And even if I self aware my shape to be illusive
I just cannot get rid of them being aligned
To form some shapeless gaunts which scare mind
I lack being affraid of anything pollutive
And never could I be behavin' way expective
There is no end to get as terminative shine
Just being mauled up by past's devouring grind
A somnambulous seeking for covered up arcanes
© Copyright: Алексей Иродиадов Гаулиш, 2020
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