Sleep
Photo By: Cate Infinity
In the Depths of Neon Dreams
In the flicker of dusk, the screen glows bright,
Pixels dance and shimmer in the fragile night.
Whispers of realms where shadows conspire,
A siren's call from the depths of desire.
Beyond the threshold of reality's sigh,
A cybernetic world spins a tapestry high.
Distant echoes—a jester's laugh,
In this surreal carnival, I slip through the path.
Time unwinds like a fraying thread,
Caught in the maze where the lost dare tread.
Digital phantoms with eyes like the void,
Conjure reflections of dreams long destroyed.
Sleep, a stranger with a face veiled in mist,
Waits in the corners, patiently kissed
By the haunting glow of my midnight affair,
As characters twirl in the electric air.
Thoughts swirl like smoke in the neon haze,
On the edge of lucidity, I linger and gaze.
A dream within dreams, a cycle unspooled,
In this Lynchian junction, I find myself fooled.
What price do I pay for these moments of play?
The clock keeps its secrets, while shadows decay.
A whisper, a flutter, as daylight draws near,
Reality beckons, yet I hold it in fear.
In the depths of these echoes, I gather my thoughts,
A tapestry woven with battles I've fought.
Each pixel a fragment, a memory's thread,
Yet in the silence of morning, I'm heavy with dread.
So here in the ruins of this fragmented night,
Lost in the labyrinth, between wrong and right,
I ponder the dawn, as it quietly creeps,
Wondering still—was it worth losing sleep?
Sleep
Photo By: Cate Infinity
In the Depths of Neon Dreams
In the flicker of dusk, the screen glows bright,
Pixels dance and shimmer in the fragile night.
Whispers of realms where shadows conspire,
A siren's call from the depths of desire.
Beyond the threshold of reality's sigh,
A cybernetic world spins a tapestry high.
Distant echoes—a jester's laugh,
In this surreal carnival, I slip through the path.
Time unwinds like a fraying thread,
Caught in the maze where the lost dare tread.
Digital phantoms with eyes like the void,
Conjure reflections of dreams long destroyed.
Sleep, a stranger with a face veiled in mist,
Waits in the corners, patiently kissed
By the haunting glow of my midnight affair,
As characters twirl in the electric air.
Thoughts swirl like smoke in the neon haze,
On the edge of lucidity, I linger and gaze.
A dream within dreams, a cycle unspooled,
In this Lynchian junction, I find myself fooled.
What price do I pay for these moments of play?
The clock keeps its secrets, while shadows decay.
A whisper, a flutter, as daylight draws near,
Reality beckons, yet I hold it in fear.
In the depths of these echoes, I gather my thoughts,
A tapestry woven with battles I've fought.
Each pixel a fragment, a memory's thread,
Yet in the silence of morning, I'm heavy with dread.
So here in the ruins of this fragmented night,
Lost in the labyrinth, between wrong and right,
I ponder the dawn, as it quietly creeps,
Wondering still—was it worth losing sleep?