I unravel in the eyes of kin
In their sorrowful glares
Swelled with empathy

For I am the juvenile curse
That ensares the conscience
And thieves the honest of slumber

They are called to arms
In my distress
Quick to unsheath
Their timeless remedies

But I do not heed
For I’ve strayed too far
For I’m fully engulfed
By the lofty horrors I’ve conjured