Paranormal
The paranormal feeling,reaches my head.
through dense fog,
and terrifying dreams.
I can't feel myself healing,
maybe Im dead.
Though I clog
my dry throat with my screams.
I look to dark, empty ceiling,
body of lead,
brain of fog.
No light came out in beams.
My own mind said no dealing.
As I had said
No light comes,
for those who cheat death.
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