Resisting the now attracts
Grey clouds to linger about,
Psychic pollution merges with
The toxic rain that pours out,
Who ever knew that grey clouds
Would cause mental phantoms
To conquer our emotions after the
Toxic rain clears,
The phantoms constantly screamed
My desires yet reminded me of
The fear to the point where my
Consciousness could notbare to hear,
A tarnished feeling surfaced
But should never be here,
I accepted the phantoms along with
The grey clouds and became one
With the peace that I breath,
As I closed my eyes, I no longer
Felt the rain that poured down on me,
The mental phantoms that took over
My mind was gone and my consciousness
Was set free
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