The noonday demon striking at midnight,
The end of daylight, shadowing my cove.
A journey solitary in obnoxious overtures,
Or of demise denouncing such pails of ruin.
The noonday demon that dwells in my head.
That black cat of old, it looms large nigh.
Insignia, memoribilia .. it's scriptures swell.
Inscriptions in alien hand scribble my mind.
The noonday demon pushes me on edge.
A hairlength between relapse and freefall.
Arbitrary insignificance caress my nerves,
Neurotic endeavours imminent, and I halt.
Halt for thought, convictions sedate.
Paralysis; onset of dementia ensues.
And the noonday demon
Gobbles me up at midnight.
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 9:27 AM UTC
The noonday demon striking at midnight,
The end of daylight, shadowing my cove.
A journey solitary in obnoxious overtures,
Or of demise denouncing such pails of ruin.
The noonday demon that dwells in my head.
That black cat of old, it looms large nigh.
Insignia, memoribilia .. it's scriptures swell.
Inscriptions in alien hand scribble my mind.
The noonday demon pushes me on edge.
A hairlength between relapse and freefall.
Arbitrary insignificance caress my nerves,
Neurotic endeavours imminent, and I halt.
Halt for thought, convictions sedate.
Paralysis; onset of dementia ensues.
And the noonday demon
Gobbles me up at midnight.
On depression, on looking at the abyss and being swollen up by it. On living with such a burden on your head, and yet making do like nothing is amiss.
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