Slipping through the crevices,
twisting at the purity of thought
Hiding in the darkness,
stabbing at the gentleness of heart.
Deep within your chambers,
waking only at the stirring of the mind.
Spreading roots of chaos,
infecting harmony's illusion they poison.
Wallowing in their glory,
ripping out the dreams of hope like cancer.
Deep within the shadows,
of your soul,
those thoughts you bury deep until they rise.
Guardians of your nightmares,
unprotected dreams distorted lose the battle.
© Fergus Martin