You have shaken me down to my bones...
Rattled things that slept deep within;
Cloaked by the shadows of my walls,
and now they screech and scream to be released...

But I wasn't prepared for the quake
and my foundations crumble,
Now ashes from the aftermath of us..

Within the mirage, I had a fantasy, it was only a refraction of my imagination, not quite an illusion. I took another **** and sifted through the seeds of confusion.

Sometimes when I look up,
I can feel the heaviness in my eyes
from things I carry but cannot release.

Like still water,
never moving,
intimidating in the silence of it all.

What lurks beneath?

Not even I know.