Shapes

I see... shapes.

Moving, coming after me.

Closing in, growing closer;

I cannot breathe.

Death is in motion

And these shapes

Are all I see;

Shapes of pain

In shades of fury.

Oh, somebody help me;

Stop this screaming,

Save me from

This infernal beating

On my bloodshot,

Unopened eyes.

Please end this onslaught

Of violence

Seeping through the sides

Of my unwav'ring lids

In shapes I cannot see.

They're ever-moving,

Slowly bridging

The gap between reality

And my mind.

These shapes control me;

They move my body

To the rhythm of a beat

That I no longer see.

They are ever moving,

And my mind gives way

To slavery.

I am the shapes,

And the shapes are me.