CAMELOT FANTASIES

Comfort in the dark envelope
Of the aphotic side of the moon
Ink black uncovering the onion peels
Removing all possible thoughts of knowing
Sinking into the abyss
Drowning in the anxious coldness
Frozen to the touch
Gone is the brazen boldness
Broken is the confidence
That emanated in your essence

Crawling out of the insipid blackness
That deathly grip
Side swiped probabilities
Fear anxiously making
Figments if the imagination
To appear real
Cutting of your breathing
Feeling the elevated beating
Of your heart
Cold sweats
Clammy hands
Drowning in your own sorrow
UnrealiZed hopes of tomorrow

~Divine