Undue pressure to confront my inner demons,
Will I stand and face these horrific cretins?
Inorganic matter conjured by cranial inefficiency,
These beastly apparitions habitually make me queasy.
Uprooting many temporary holds of my sanity,
Deep seated abominations of my own grotesque vanity.
Insidious claws beckon me to the bubonic abyss,
A wolf in sheeps' clothing; a two faced mistress.
For beneath my carapace there dwells an eerie land,
Haphazardly I slip into necromantic sand.