Delusions

I have dreamed of a great desolation
Where there never can truly be peace.
Where the horrors dwell in obfuscation,
And their wailing cries never decrease.
Where they seek for my total ablation,
And their anger and rage never cease.

I have seen where the demons are hiding.
They are waiting for me to return.
They are hoping they will be presiding
Over just when and where I will burn.
On the flames of my madness they’re riding,
As their black ichors sputter and churn.

I have felt the dark evil that’s prowling
Far beneath my own fear-addled brain.
And it’s hunting me, grunting and growling,
For its appetite cannot sustain.
And beneath a red moon, it is howling
For it knows I will be there again.

I have heard the death clock at its chiming,
For my day of destruction is nigh.
And the dark has impeccable timing,
As it rolls in the gray-clouded sky.
 As I see it, my panic is climbing.
No one fears it more greatly than I.

I have listened to whispers appalling,
As they try to tell me what to do.
But their voices are nothing but galling,
And my spirit, they want to accrue.
Through my terror and madness I’m falling,
And my nightmares begin fresh anew.

I have swam in the lakes of confusion.
I have waded the streams of dismay.
I have crawled in the marsh of occlusion.
I have time and again lost my way.
And my mind cannot take this intrusion,
But it seems that I’m destined to stay.