Onyx Dreams

Onyx Dreams

Fluctuations of sound waves vibrate the floor,

While the lights of my room glow brilliantly,

But as time winds down and my energy starts its decline,

My vision gets blurry and listening becomes hearing,

And hearing becomes simple background noise,

While Palaceer Lazaro’s words become filmy intonations

Yet, still creating a motion picture full of abstract images,

In my mind full of words and phrases that do nothing but stay stagnant,

And Slumber begins to wrap her warm hands around my head,

As she sweetly begins to pull me into black depths of rest,

A state of unconsciousness that will take me on a journey,

Through the grey abyss we call the center of our nervous system,

And once I fall into the pit of nothingness, the pit of onyx, for those few hours,

I will transform into an atramentous being with aphotic wings,

Because “black is free……..”