Once upon a torrid Nightmare...

Once upon a torrid Nightmare,

where screams bellow a mute despair

The fondest parts of me parish,

'neath a revolting guise I'll never wear

Darkness excreting a fetid anesthetic,

noxious though it's pull defines kinetic

My every move forced, feels magnetic,

it's not real, behind my eyes, synthetic

Yet I gasp for a breath I can't catch,

guts coiled, on my knees I wretch

Skin drenched in my own sweat,

a need to run from all I can't forget

My legs forbade my only choice,

as I frantically search for my own voice

Reaching for you only to find a decoy,

and I still can't make a single noise

What tragedy leaves me so defiled,

in this odious void of caliginous bile

Bitterly unforgiving I'm torn, hostile,

fragile and confused as a small child

Running out of time I pray it's fake,

maybe that's the critical mistake

Everything I am becomes opaque...