Darkness,  minds a Chiller

 
Death’s despair is in the air…
                                     Confusion coupled, with intense fear!

Grisly visions of inpending  doom
                                               Birthed...
inside mind’s eye he sees his own tomb...

Overwhelmed with fright,  he  struggles... just  to stay alive
                                                       Somehow for now  he’s  succeeded, and  still survives

But his  body’s got the quivers...
                                       The prickly fingers  of death’s  tap...his  soul starts to shiver

He  ferociously fights , to death’s chagrin...
                                                         Will he  Relinquish  a moment...? no,  none are given

Dwelling deep into the wells of insanity...thoughts can be his killer
                                   Yet  a firm grasp of reality,  relieve him of this chiller!