Wake up!
Familiar is the façade of
Faces that manifests before me.
Faces, which I have seen?
Falling forward, inward,
Finding the furthest reaches of my fears.
Finally, the door. Will I
Find it? No.
Four steps onto the sinking floor,
Failing to see that which was so:
Fast fragments of formidable figures
Formed the familiar façade,
Forcefully collapsing, ripping the
Frail fabric unto which it is bound,
Imploding the fantastic dream.