• The concoction, unbridled deep
    Within my dream I solidify
    Stricken with terror;
    Petrified with cold feet

    Not manifested internally
    To the brain it does not weep
    Concealing my nervousness
    When few dribbles conspire

    Negativity that I abhor
    Remains close as my ego
    Beheading; One choice,
    A familiar or foe?

    Stalling time bewitched me
    My heartbeats uncanny
    Vulnerable the emotions
    That fiddled steadily

    The lids of my eyes, heavy
    As the hours decayed away
    My dreams unnoticed,
    To the Hellions that chased through eternity