Poem -

Vision of Fear

Pain in odd places
Like a heart beat all it's own.
When the night travels inside
Of me
No morning can I find
Delusions are rock solid
Like flames licking the face of fear
Into my treasons I retreat
A well worn path. I often
Soft spells are still curses
Like a crypt is  still a tomb
Coffins lined with satin do not keep out decay
Our fake walls do not dissuade
Death oh no not here.

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