Abyss of bliss

The place is an illusion and creeping with my fears. 
Sometimes it’s blackened and unremberable, but others’ it’s full of cheers. 
I can’t remember the last time I visited, for my thoughts are adrift. 
But scenes are evident for me, as I visited this abyss. 
Sometimes it repeats in a never ending sequence. 
Next after next it becomes so evidently frequent.  
I never know when it will come, for it’s its own deem. 
You can find me here at night, it’s my beloved private dream. 

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