Feverish ice – It starts in the mind Penetrates the brain Slows it down.
All I see and all I hear Is horrid panic Paranoia
It seeps into my blood Under my skin Into my heart. My chest aches.
A dark cloud Settles over my every thought. Everything – Twisted and gnarled.
I fear catastrophe with every breath and every step.
Doom. Despair. Fear.
A light – small, a sliver Crawls through the veil of dark And sings sweetly, “it will succumb to time.”
Angry claws grapple it, drag it down and kill it.
“Foolish child. Will it really?”