| My mortality mocks me during sleepless nights, speeding my heart rate with deathbed frights. Thoughts of my passing fuel only trepidation, melancholic, morbid mind lost in deathly contemplation. Sombre scenarios stalking within my visage, defying sleeps escapism, with Death's chilling image, "Be gone foul shade", leave my mind, let me be. Silent spectres stand and mock, where only I can see. Ghouls gather gregariously, as vultures in my room, encircling my mind, with portents of my doom. Feeding on apprehension, the carrion of my existence garrisons of gluttons, gorging on my resistance. Insomnia induces itself to cause a vicious circle; like a bruise of dread, all blue, black and purple, these deathly colours pervade where harmony should exist, infiltrated, invaded I seek the strength to resist. Taunted, troubled and terrified by the minions of death, they give me palpitations and take away my breath. Oh banish death's underlings that make my nights so bleak, take these thoughts away and leave me to my sleep. |