Internecine Soul

Inside me is a creature of illusions.
Inside me I find endless conclusions.
Scrambled thoughts, vacant feelings,
Constricted emotions, twisted dealings.
Anxiety builds up in a moment’s notice,
But not for reasons of fear or bliss,
For reasons unknown to me,
Reasons that I cannot see.
My heart plays my own requiem,
But with notes that I can’t fathom.
Cumbersome dreams of mortality
Awaken me from this reality.
My spine chilled to the core
Listening to disheartening lore.
Fire inside reducing me to ashes
As my body steadily blanches.
Silent voices whispering to me in my head
Telling me that I’m not dying, but already dead.


Copyrighted ©2001 by Christopher Gielbert !-- BEGIN OF NO-RIGHT-CLICK SCRIPT ====================================================== -->

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