In The Hours of Shadows

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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