The Poem Book That Shouldn't Be Seen [P1: If It Goes Up, Must Come Down]

Sleep Paralysis.

This is the second time i have had one,
The ringing in the ears,
The shadows without bones passing one by one,
That eye watching as if it could see your darkest fears.

Wake up and start crying out of your eyes,
Without being sad,
As if you had stepped outside the 3D lines,
But you would have had to be entering worse ones.

i think my sleeping routine is not the best,
i think i have anxiety,
But it's hard not to have her, and i expect the worst,
i lose the variety of my actions, and also their control.

Now my whole body itches,
Before i was crying, and before in paralysis,
i think that no matter how well you do it, there will always be something that makes you suffer,
And keep you in this.

So you can only keep fighting the pain,
To reduce this suffering,
And let the rain stop raining,
May the clouds go away and stop getting wet.

It keeps biting me,
i keep scratching,
i keep processing,
How my body, mind and soul are changing.

Every day there are more obstacles,
Every day they are resolved faster,
But there may come a time when they
are like avalanches of ants,
And i remember it was hard to escape from that.

Feel them going up your legs,
But you only realize it when there are many of them,
Let them plant eggs inside you,
That sounds terrifying, anyone could have done it, luckily it didn't happened.

The thing is, all those feelings cause anxiety,
You can spill liters of water because of it,
And people have no morality,
So you better be escaping from those roses with thorns.

Maybe that's what she was doing.