Lucid dream

Having slipped way too deep into this icy Loch Ness prison -
Much deeper than your feet are, buried in the comfort shore.
Though perfectly remembering, I dare to look into those empty eyes of treason
To find a blink of trust in them - with a heart so sore.
Walking on thin ice - it always promises death on those freezing waters,
One more cryonic scary trophy for your pleasure on the shelf.
Though I don't mind counting on those fragile deception shoulders,
Endlessly - how much then would I have to wave hands, screaming for your help?
There is a wish this gloomy dream though to be lucid: don't want to die from coward Cupid.
If you chase me - lend me a wing, when drowned in crush - teach me to swing.

Too much, too soon tongued are now punished with ball and chain -
Thrown like a bleeding bait for the hungry monster to swallow,
Hungry for the prey inside aching, the prey 's pain,
One more devoted life - just to seduce one moment's sorrow.
Open my eyes, wake up in amnesia, pinch myself - a dawn of new sounds tempting
In the concrete jungle of the upcoming day, too intimidating.
So I don't want the lucid stream then: the blue ice grotto torture's to be done again.
Meet today's asphyxia - in droughts that qiuck and insincere.
In the hell of the dream no one can swim, for underwater monsters are not what they seem.