Torturous Bliss

The walls are in ruins  
and the light in its dusk  
and denial's control  
non-existent  
 
Sickened suddenly-choke  
by the scenes in my head  
of the ones this will also  
leave broken  
 
Cold sweat in and out  
and a fear I've not known  
calm is gone  
let it be  
'til the morning  
 
For if this is my judgement?  
pray quick and swift pain  
ignorance is a torturous  
bliss