The Big Crunch (Sleep Paralysis)

Twisting, I wanna scream

As the tension builds I wanna breathe

I can’t… I… can’t

 

This heart of mine

It wants to cry

But I (something) won’t let it

 

I am being consumed

By what my fear dictates

Or what my mind creates

This soul is suffocating

 

I wanna call out for help

Through sickness and through health

But the shadows keep the light away

 

My fingers trace slow arcs in the air

Cicadas make their sound aware

I’m trying not to fade

But… I continue

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