Realization will come to pass
At the dreary toll of midnight’s wrath
As I grow frail and spiral and dream
Of new merciful paths

Escape shall live, in the pit of my stomach
A fluttering rage
That will bask, in the heart of an unmet age

Fear
Will be alight and alive
A flame-ridden ghoul in the morrow
A snarling ghost
That emboldens, the courage of sorrow