Illusions of Consciousness

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Suppressed by a darkening circle of sight, which tries to follow me,
Damaged by detrimental drowses, slowly I arise unconsciously,
My visions a verbiage, a vindictive veneer, removing the honest truth,
Thinking ‘Who am I talking to? Unceremoniously secluded in solitude,
Surrounded by screens, my stressed psyche surpassing amazed,
Do I imagine this place? The blinding glare extracts the escape,
Earth’s televisions, Used like hanging flags as a symbol of merits,
Each depicting its pennants, I conclude; the picture is pleasant,
Suddenly, a sinister sepia spills in, stealthily stealing the centre,
An opened door develops, it’s contents appearing as embers,
I’m intriguing by this palace, made of mysterious magic,
Although fearing its malice, I must be leaving this madness,
Still perplexed by the paradise, I proceed with caution,
Through the door, I keep on walking until it’s near forgotten,
Hardly harmless, it feels like a barracks, the army heartless,
Assertively, the redness abruptly dilutes into alarming darkness,
Everything suddenly glows, my eyes pained like nothing I know,
The beam blinds badly, but lifts to broadcast my brother below,
Awaken to a voice, which to this day is still tattooed on me;
"I’m arresting you for suspicious of murder….Andrew Conley"

Hello, this is Erebus. Feedback please?

Suppressed by a darkening circle of sight, which tries to follow me,
Damaged by detrimental drowses, slowly I arise unconsciously,
My visions a verbiage, a vindictive veneer, removing the honest truth,
Thinking ‘Who am I talking to? Unceremoniously secluded in solitude,
Surrounded by screens, my stressed psyche surpassing amazed,
Do I imagine this place? The blinding glare extracts the escape,
Earth’s televisions, Used like hanging flags as a symbol of merits,
Each depicting its pennants, I conclude; the picture is pleasant,
Suddenly, a sinister sepia spills in, stealthily stealing the centre,
An opened door develops, it’s contents appearing as embers,
I’m intriguing by this palace, made of mysterious magic,
Although fearing its malice, I must be leaving this madness,
Still perplexed by the paradise, I proceed with caution,
Through the door, I keep on walking until it’s near forgotten,
Hardly harmless, it feels like a barracks, the army heartless,
Assertively, the redness abruptly dilutes into alarming darkness,
Everything suddenly glows, my eyes pained like nothing I know,
The beam blinds badly, but lifts to broadcast my brother below,
Awaken to a voice, which to this day is still tattooed on me;
"I’m arresting you for suspicious of murder….Andrew Conley"