Chrimera

It’s the witching hour of night

As my worthless corps slowly decays

Helplessly it settles.

The darkling which I thought was so cleverly hidden away

Emerges as my one true nemesis

Effortlessly I am immersed in its pain

Subjected to its torment
Twilight... Mass confusion
Trapped in a daze

As an unrelenting idea

Picks at my brain

It all starts with confusion

Eluding the victims mind

A vicious war within

Violently ripping away at the core of sanity

Forced into defeat with no retaliation

No need for apologies

This is what it does; who it is.

A suffering, words dare not do justice

Struggling from within
Visions I cannot curb
"Give In" an eager voice chants

This is its domain a close listen proves its existence

The carnage of its presence
Hidden yet observes; the fight raging on

The scares of an incessant battle

And the truth behind it all

In a paradox I cannot fathom

Yet I prefer this place - don't I?

The hunt, the screams of mercy

No longer fettered by this form
Trapped in a bubble beyond reach
Reality is simply but a prison

Darkness that damned lonely fool

Once again has left his stain.