Endless anxiety,
Cloaked by comfort,
The devils eyeing me.
No longer a bastion of propriety,
Trying to see thru the lens of sobriety.

Not used to clarity,
Sharp vision, currently scaring me.
An open wound,
But not ready to face the severity.

Once my wounds are gone,
The pressures on
Face the rain at dawn.
Won’t give in to the herd,
Because I refuse to be a pawn.

Awoken from a dream,
From the deepest depths, I arise.
Terrified of the lies,
That I see in mine own eyes.

This vision I embrace,
Pick up the pace,
To face what is laced.
I need to fly,
To the top, from the base.

No more options,
Terror invades my subconscious.
No shelter, no solace,
When I hear the bombs dropping.