Encased within the dark of night,
My beating heart encased in fright.
I summon up my will and might,
And proceed into the darkness.
Without the light to bathe my sight,
I find it hard to find my will to fight.
Grim memories and darker fantasies,
My soul is a prisoner of my own mind.
Death looms around every corner and word spoken,
Like a cold icy grip that leaves fear as its token.
Of all the nights I’ve endured, I think this one is the worst,
As the monsters of my mind mingle,
With the mangled shapes in the town.
They hide behind buildings, and in trees, and on rooftops,
Filled with a malice that my spirit outpours.
I think of the people I love,
Of their pleasant faces, their caring gazes,
And the soft skin of the one I’d give my all to be with.
These warm thoughts and wants do little,
But further freeze my icy blood.
As I round each corner, Hell opens its maw wider,
Bringing my being closer and closer to its burning grasp,
And tearing at my sanity like a paper’s fiber.
My cage is one of comprised of my own fear and obsession,
My need and longing for possession of feelings prescribed.
Not matter what I do, think or say,
I can do nothing to dull the aches and pangs of my hate.
And so, with hopelessness sinking in,
I lean against a willow tree, sinking into and against the bark.
So passes hours until comes the morning stark.
And the Sun soon rises,
But I do not.