Sleep paralysis

Sleep paralysis 

~Miss A


Seems like the twilight and the absolute abyss is chased away by the glimmering rays of sunlight,

Now that it's over I remember you my lord, in a state of pure calmness, to respect the chaos,

He must be happy to have a follower like her anyway, take to in warm blooming times, 

For the else she stays alone, not reciprocating the chills to the other, just for the sake, seems colder each day.


Daddy daddy half humming your name she goes to sleep, hoping to wake up at the lazy time,

But plays they play, have version of visions, the coldest bear the best illumination, gags for air,

And suddenly the roads are a puzzle, a kaleidoscope of self humiliation in a rather picture perfect way,

Totally stuck in meaningful reality, paralyzed in your zoom-ins, sleep paralysis.


They shake you up, why to keep holding? Their seems no hospitality in the gaze,

Dogs wolvering to bite, the flies become to crow, mellow thick quick sand to die,

Carefully placed by your side, what truth you're trying to deny, wanting to see it though it to the end,

Hope for things to get better, but in the end it's all tangled, a broke lover you are, impared from knowing pure happiness.


She looks backo blame, has everything with her, why does it feel so empty, oh, never learned the state of ecstasy,

Getting a little nervous, you know when the ice floats to surface, the waters too dense,

Everyone's working so hard, that's the way of time, sounds stupid,

Lord train her to understand, even if the life doesn't matter, living it in its own style does.


Scared and all dolled upo pretty to fight, a fight that comes with the secrets of laughter and beauty,

Will forever continue to stamp your skin with burns from fingerprints, parts that make her love the nights too well,

A fact that keeps her awake, boaring panda under eye, silently watching grim appear on the plam,

Not even a solid crime, just a nightangle singing somewhere in the woods, smells antique, oblige.


The road to heaven is so long, what if I get lost on the way, makes her wonder, is it even worth going that far?

Saw a heaven on earth, it came with wells of frying oil and saw a hell too, it belonged to one who suffered and understood. 

Raging a reputation, the the black beast, you know tender at heart and shit, trusting someone with your life means killing yourself at thier will,

Tamed, not enough, very particular on things to be the way it should, blind you with the epitomy of better.


The wind the reaches to you after touching thousands is warm, but can never mistake them for wills,

The lost potential that you sell in yourself, rots like rats in an unventilated basement, but there's something better that has occurred in you as well.

You realised you've pleased 'em for too long, you now like discomforting them all, has its own true drill,

Try to wake up girl, from one reality to the other, creme of the purchase of a sleep paralysis.


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