Infernal dreams
Arise from my fractured conscience
Having savored the day
And all its glowing disdain

Shadows take flight
From my downtrodden thoughts
From the surging uproar
That raids my sorrowful sleep

Panic prevails
For I’ve swallowed its scourge
To live inside my marrow
Stirring, in the hours I grind awake

A slow burn
Is the fate
Of all dreariness

A slow burn
To erode all inner anguish
To instill hatred
For the scalding bedlam
Soon to come