Fears, they creep
Like vines of thorns
They entangle
And reticulate
What was once a fertile core
Now a bed of insipid desires
Languishing in the intricate labyrinth
Of this dreaded thicket
Full of inner demons  
And self-made monsters.

There's beauty in the horrors
Of its growing corruption
A tapestry of dark emotions
Writhing like hungry worms
Eating this barren soil from inside out
These braids of nightmares
And violent delights
Unweaving
And unraveling
The most sinister miscreations.

I'd clutch the noxious brambles
And let these torments nurture
The toxic vegetation
As it flourishes into
A garden of hysteria
Echoing woes and
Weeping regrets
Until it sees
The light of day
That never came.