I am not alive, nor dead.
I am caught in a state that defies understanding.
Where my conscious mind is shackled
And the subconscious is up and running.
This is what we call a dream.
Dream can be forgotten, nightmares have their respite,
But this is not a dream, nor this a nightmare.
I question the very fabric of my being,
where my memories dance beyond my reach.
This abyss both tangible and intangible,
veils my thoughts in doubts.
And I am thus a prisoner of my own doubts.
Trapped within this void, no light, no sound,
where not a soul can be found.