CAMELOT FANTASIES

Fear
Divides the strong from the weak
Elevates all negativity
To new heightened peaks
It's like a cold dark reptilian hand
Crashes into my chest plate
Squeezes my heart
Bleeding as the screaming
Takes place
Making my heart race
Scared for this lifeless situation
Understood
That fear illusionary has no face
Yet I stare into the mirror
Gaunt like
Dark circles around lifeless eyes
The pain subsides
Starts to feel familiar
In its familiarity there is comfort
For it's what I know
Pain and that sweet numbness
Scattering thoughts of distress
Matter not
As the blood streams down
My pretty pink dress

~Divine