Shall I die victim to the terrors I have anticipated
Those that creep by a scarlet moon at midnight
The terrors that return me
To the deep waters of my subconsciousness
Terrors that trickle and trail and impart no sound
Yet emphasize their dark, violent and repressive potential
Oh those terrors that stalk, that follow
Whose shadow can be diserned behind every door and on every stair
That lay me impoverished of courage and ridiculed of depiction
I shall die by these terrors who with want of word
Spread upon me such vicious energies that enact
An intence and exhausting experience
Terrors that empahasie a mind spiraling
Vertiginously toward an unknown chaos
Shall I die, victim to the terrors I have anticipated
I shall, shall I not, I know I shall
Oct 27, 2012
Oct 27, 2012 at 7:57 PM UTC
Shall I die victim to the terrors I have anticipated
Those that creep by a scarlet moon at midnight
The terrors that return me
To the deep waters of my subconsciousness
Terrors that trickle and trail and impart no sound
Yet emphasize their dark, violent and repressive potential
Oh those terrors that stalk, that follow
Whose shadow can be diserned behind every door and on every stair
That lay me impoverished of courage and ridiculed of depiction
I shall die by these terrors who with want of word
Spread upon me such vicious energies that enact
An intence and exhausting experience
Terrors that empahasie a mind spiraling
Vertiginously toward an unknown chaos
Shall I die, victim to the terrors I have anticipated
I shall, shall I not, I know I shall
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