CAMELOT FANTASIES

Desolate is ones heart
Plummeting to the depth of tenebrous
Fear is taking over delving into the soul
From grey to caliginous abyss
Time keeps ticking away
Every millisecond speeds upto the second
Runs into the minute
Slams into the hour
Rushes out the day into the night
Murky thoughts run circles into the convoluted mind
Close my eyes
Mini movies types of visions
The disturbing kind
Play fast forward
Then slow motion and pause for effect
Abandoned is ones heart
That shuts off all possibilities of welcoming tenderness
Making fun of sensitive souls by people who kicked theirs to the curb
Fear where we over medicate ourselves to stop feeling
Demoralizing and unsettling
Tearing perceptives apart when they should receive accolades
For being willing to connect to their
Inner hearts and souls

I for one support
Stand
And
APPLAUD

~Divine