Lucid nightmare

Turning off the conscious thought, anxiety was all I got 
The bedroom walls contort and talk and ask what’s caused my mind to rot. 

Drifting off oh so subtly…
Mind does nothing but muttering…

I’m stuttering in my routine, which would be keen if were serene,not suffering 
To live is to suffer 
You must suffer 
We must suffer, to practice joy. 

The world we share, the way it seems
Nightmare in flux with lucid dreams 
The moments of lucidity turned cryptic with the more you see

You lose your place oh so subtly…
The information is cluttering…

I’m stuttering in my routine, which would be keen if were serene,not suffering 
To live is to suffer 
You must suffer 
We must suffer, to practice joy

Fantasy within your palm; like sand it slips through cracks, it’s gone 
You can’t consciously do something wrong
In stasis eons aren’t too long 

Perception is a fragile thread; transparent hue of spider web
You play too rough the beauty’s dead but tread too light and lose your head 

R.E.M with open eyes, frantically searching floors and skies 
You empathize with the fate of flies, you fear you’ll share the same demise. 

Fade away so suddenly…
No regrets for muttering… 

Mind buffering mortality, must find the gleam that hides within your suffering 
To live is to suffer 
You must suffer 
We must suffer, to find the true joy.