In the hours of shadows
Amid the silent moments
I contemplate partition
Visions obscured by the ebony depths
I am consumed
Stripped of the contrived textile
That swathes my everyday
Detached from endeavour and isolated
From the familiar contours of occasion
Here, there is no known
Echoes course from the lips of demons
Decend from the premise of gods
Their understanding seeps into concept
Or is banished from conscious
Spiralling deeper
Control mutates
I am but a fading attraction
In the media of mind
Atmosphere exudes
Unintentional emotions
Heed, its plaintiff cry
Predatory sentiment pursues
Closing in seditious in its approach
Fear retorts, merging actuality and prospect
With knife edged precision
Engendering
A new tormentor
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