Sean P. Pratt

Darkened Fears

As I give in to darkened fears

I see my life through salty tears

Distorting faces

Myopic view

Pervade my thoughts

Since I was born

Like the dawn of brilliant morn

 

As I give in to darkened fears

I sense the sound of taunting jeers

Beg forgiveness of thyself

Believing that I have no wealth…

Or worth

In this, heart so forlorn

Like the dawn of brilliant morn

 

I see my life through salty tears

My eyes softly hinting fears

Windows to my precious soul

Portions which our passion stole

A love that I bid cajole

Which you persist to cruelly scorn

Like the dawn of brilliant morn

 

Distorted faces

Enhancing chills

Beckoning to distant hills

Where I alone must face these fiends

Of subliminal chaotic scenes

 

Myopic views

Graceless muse

Savage unrelenting hate

Merely I, who I castrate

Craving just to cease this pain

 

Pervade my thoughts

These troubled dreams

Reveries that flow like streams

Make me see things all askew

Things I know just can’t be true

I implore withdrawal of,

This illusive and deceitful form

Like the dawn of brilliant morn

 

Since I was born

My heart’s been torn

By raging torment

Wretched tongue

Evoke mystic psalms unsung

From deep within my tortured soul

Angelic essence hath been shorn

Like the dawn of brilliant morn

 

Like the dawn of brilliant morn

A tender mist of graceful love

Inspires compassion from above

Reflections of my timelessness

All things of, which I perceive

Are labyrinths of arcane tiers

As I give in to darkened fears