by Nick Gisburne
What is it? What is this, inside your mind?
Invading every thought and nerve and vein?
I cannot comprehend that you are blind
To something so impossible to chain
A shift, a surge of energy, extreme
From sheltered shade to cataclysmic light
As though a cold, apocalyptic scream
Revealed a sea of sickness to your sight
The rhythms and the radiance are wrong
They coil around your shadow as a noose
They suffocate reality, too strong
Your sanity may never struggle loose
What brings you to the threshold of despair?
What curse, what evil, crawls inside, in there?
