I am induced to sleep with sirens,
By your endless ultimatums that drives my every nerve and frightens
You find rapture in the flourish of my anxiety as my fate impales me silently
You hiss about the end as your orison,
That which sways me violently
You are quietus, veiled beneath the purification of the unknown
Paralyze the naive and derive the sane of their credence,
A fastening you behold, completely sewn
So rigidly suffused with imperfection,
A steadfast haze sure to fester and pierce my calluses
Harrowing lucidity to leave me damned by the intoxication of your imminent disclosure,
Unable to impede your tripwires, continuously in full exposure
Only the reminisce of what will materialize stay bare,
Swathed tight by your grim stare,
For redemption will asphyxiate beneath your spiteful snare
You dare turn me into a repulsive maniac,
Driven by dread of fatal instinct
This must be your muse, watching me ultimately embrace admission,
A gift you've bestowed,
My Dear, Premonition
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Horror"Being led astray is finer than dour focus, Habitual views, they belong in ditches While new panoramas fairly enriches" Have you ever felt enthralled by what is surreal? Or immersed yourself within the midst of your deepest thoughts? Here, madn...
