Taken Away by Crows

From the diary of a lucid dreamer

The lights are out
Filled with doubt
And where am I to go?
To remain here
Unclaimed where
The fog runs routs
I’ve no where else to go

If you’ve gone mad
In these halls
They tell you that you’re on staff
You must help your kith
Through it all
You make your doctors laugh

Unseen
Did not mean
To be here
There are not any roads
And if dreams
Are the means
To see here
Taken away by crows

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