Monday, April 10, 2017

the creeping fear

"the creeping fear"
It's there all the time, the creeping fear,
     the hidden horrors deep within my own mind.
It is not the unknown I should fear
but the thoughts that creep in
from the depths of darkness.

With every moment I endure
I exist
     the agonizing thoughts
     of my own design.
Slowly sliding further away.
It is ourselves we should fear
for we harbor the sweetest kinds of terrors.

My lies have become the truths
     I so desperately denied
as I shroud them over the hideousness of my life,
losing the delicate honesty of fear to shadow.

I exist only
     as a moment
     folded into infinity,
     forever captured
     beyond the fabric of comprehension
     and only as a reflection of lies,
a moment
     extending forever inward
          as I forget
          I too am just
          one of the many reflections,
the miseries of an existence
     that perhaps may not exist at all
     in a boundless abyss,
     void of any truths.
A relic of horror and antiquity,
     wrapped in nightmares
     and thrown into the fires.
     there's an echo that remains,
     beyond perception.
A lie that perhaps says
     I must endure.
A shadow that crawls as it watches, a hidden horror,
     salivating on my very torture,
     whispering the sweetest things from the deepest recesses
          of my mind,
          telling me I must endure.
A shadow that crawls in from the edges
     bringing with it
     the torments of memory,
          clouding all
          that was
          once me and forging
     a lie of agonizing truths,
     peeling away
     a fabric of reality
I once saw as myself and replacing it with misery.
-Armando Torres