Cleansing

Looby and wet
seemly incorrect...
cotton draging out of heaven
while the sleep is uneven.

Gone is my ilusion,
my childhood...
There is no confusion
my heart is secluded.

To ideate another dimension
the heart screams with laughter.
There is no salvation,
there is no after.

There is no sorrow,
there is no tomorrow.
The new day rises,
... stasis.