Sleep Inertia

The sleepy self yells frightened

she comes to me from dreams,

keeps me safe away from Hell.

The heart pulses, runs too fast,

chases deers in the Black forest.

Petrified, I stare at death's colors.

Someone's breath is next to me

forces me to eat the lost emotions,

it is a violent, cruel thunderstorm.

Songs repeat compulsively inside.

One frog jumps out of the window,

words come and go the same way.

The hands of the night chokes me,

my breast is made of pretty thorns.

I will start a fire with this silence.

A light came to me, is knowledge.

Revelations fades with eyes open,

on the nightmare's land was clear.

Scientists agree it is clearly anxiety.

Shamans say spiritual awakening.

Magicians state is surely Baphomet.

It could be America's lack of humanity,

the European Union blind consumption,

or Korea's new nuclear H bomb, perhaps.

Nothing happens for real in this fake room,

reading books brings here dynamic worlds.

I'm sleepless in the culprit of my bourgeoisie.

3rd September 2017, Rome