Lurking
behind me, an obscurity projected against the air-

Whispering, Its hot breath


slipping

down





my



neck.
Awakened from perdition,
I anticipate the treason
of this creature.

Begrudgingly the ringleader , abiding by

me- its master.
Chained into my throne,
A crown embedded preeminently


atop

my head.

Demanding an escape from its claws,
I’ll have built myself


a sepulchre, a barricade







from
the








sun
But alas! I


depreciate



upon its paws.


Can








the

captain endorse a mutiny unprovoked?


Swiftly ambushed, taken hostage-



A victim to infiltrations of my





consciousness

How

lucid and pure


an ignorance remains-
When those timorous of p h a n t o m s neglect


What compensates for a necklace,
Grasping

at your throat as

Children on playgrounds rejoice









with










their











shadows.