The Parallax: Hypersleep Dialogues
A twisted crash... vibrations forming my personal currency A lifeline... a sweatbox, the linear mind as one Who would have thought? This distant face... Distant life... never before seen Deep sleep in deep sea Nerves are torn from their ends Distant life... never before seen Deep sleep in deep sea Nerves are torn from their ends It has been three nights and still the puzzle is cut by a shaky hand Carved out of improper materials... imperfect directions A crushing sound soon awakes Where am I? The taste of sand wipes away the grime of my past life... A crushing sound soon awakes Where am I? The taste of sand wipes away the grime of my past life... The life I fled... the grip I loosened It has all caused an even pressure. The kind they show us on our screens I've become what I've force-fed my entire life... a drifter's dream... a loner's mind Wanting what they have... their perfect smiles and heartless lusts On night four, they come back Awakening a new life Over and over... like I've been there before Living and breathing, but still choking A mirror stares back. I contort like the wheels in my head... On night four, they come back Awakening a new life Over and over... like I've been there before Living and breathing, but still choking A mirror stares back Still nothing happens. Please wake up I open my eyes to the smell of morning skin The soft touch of your hair Your breath I breathe in I open my eyes to the smell of morning skin The soft touch of your hair Your breath I breathe in I open my eyes to the smell of morning skin The soft touch of your hair Your breath I breathe in, breathe in The reality chases and catches up on actual alertness I'm awake... a daydream... alone. Silence This is the last few years rolled into one instance I need something new I jerk back in and out of a daydream self A backwards day... water surrounds A cool breeze wrapping its smell around my skin I jerk back in and out of a daydream self A backwards day... water surrounds A cool breeze wrapping its smell around my skin The midday siren awakes what was a false idea of sleep Daydream society. Walking past what we used to see Beginning again Beginning again Walking into a certain state of... Walking into a certain state of suffocation Walking into a certain state of suffocation Walking into... Confusion surrounds... day after day The questions I face... the dealings I deal Do I complete me? Do I complete humanity? This day will determine it all Mirror stares back again. I contort like the wheels in my head... Still nothing ever happens. Please wake up Mirror stares back again I contort like the wheels in my head... Still nothing ever happens Please wake up
Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 11, 2026
Moving forward Moving forward Memories left behind. A new life, a new journey. I've built anew For mankind... for my kind For mankind... for my kind The vessel stares back at me. From every angle, the menacing smile latches on Talking walls speak and spell my life story My past life The vessel sleeps beside me... the comfort breath Morning skin of machine, of humanity's beginnings Am I God? I've been called worse... drift in and out The vessel brings me sleep Morning skin of machine, of humanity's beginnings Drift in and out The vessel brings me sleep Hyper Sleep Mind bending strategy game. Running through obstacles on a land never ventured Every night. Every wake Alone but not for long Alone but not for long The signals worked. Did I want this? I must go back and explain my reasonings Worse things have happened: Worse things will happen The signals worked Did I want this? I must go back and explain my reasonings Worse things have happened Worse things will happen The old atlas is found. No matter what I do it's been done... it's been worse This is not reassuring Imperfect. Improper. Extinct They have found me This is not reassuring Imperfect Improper Extinct They have found me A new journey They have found me A new journey They have found me A new journey They have found me I approach unfamiliar ground Left standing with the air swirling silently A creepy siren, the siren of loneliness Twisting, falling, and screaming I approach unfamiliar ground. Left standing with the air swirling silently A creepy siren, the siren of loneliness Twisting, falling, and screaming Please break out The crumbling starts. Inch by inch the ground takes over The wretched clench of my insides Unspeakable anguish... this fucking contortion Awake, mime standing Air swirling around me... silent Siren of loneliness. This is real isn't it? Can't tell these days, the longest fucking days Why the anger I wonder? To create To recreate To create To recreate Have I become a God? I have been called much worse Secretly that title makes me feel comfortable In my place It's been a while This God-like complex does bring me a smile To create To recreate To create To recreate Down to the last seed, I stand with a dark stare Still silent, still frighteningly silent Down to the last seed, I stand with a dark stare Still silent, still frighteningly silent I must leave myself That's what all of this has gotten me... infinite life? Conquering of death The seed is planted Time to move on. What have I become?... I'll make my own life seem new Face all of my mistakes and grow I'll make my own life seem new Face all of my mistakes and grow Must grow, grow, grow
Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 11, 2026
Many days and fewer nights... so I'm told I've lost my time years ago... so I'm told The explaining. The whispered words This will be the hardest part... so I'm told I wish my mind would work... unfold The explaining. The whispered words The front door opened to the look of death. Will this make sense? Will this be comforting at all? The questions dive in day and night. Nothing we can do. Nothing I can do Twists and turns must be answered I hit land... so it seems The dirt chokes up my legs... strong air then shoots down my throat Sensory overload in an instant of sense Charting through old water that I pushed away to drown Into another To find and be found This is what I've set out to do. Where is this door? The constant movement of my eyes. I can feel, but I can't open the lids. The back of my skin is scarred, torn and broken A reflection of what I've seen. (What have I become?) They let these people recreate. Maybe I should have ended it all Too, too late? Too, too late? Moving forward is a must Dig deep Commence sleep Dig deep Commence sleep inside sleep Dig deep Commence sleep inside sleep Silence (An out of focus picture brings up a familiar scenario: Three people fill the room. There seems to be a fourth, but very small. We are speaking about some sort of mission. My mouth won't stop moving... talking way too much. Even through the blur I can feel their stares. This one sided discussion seems to be about what I am preventing. Is this a sign? Too late... I've said it before. The people then disappear. I look about and the western sky seems to be red... alone. I can smell burning flesh... scorched life. I turn around and the face of death stares so grim that the lids finally open...) I come to I'm close... Very close. But something isn't right A horrifying realization is swept over me Home The empty space of home All I've known is gone All I've loved is lost Silence Home The empty space of home All I've known is gone All I've loved is lost Silence Home The empty space of home All I've known is gone All I've loved is lost Silence
Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 11, 2026