14 August 2012
Fog drifts hazily Clouding all Thoughts slow lazily As something watches
Eyes glittering It steps softly Waiting for the withering Of the vulnerable mind
The ground is gentle Comfy like a bed Cast away your mantle And lie for a spell
The grass is thick The fog heavy Prey easy to trick The monster stalks
Things are serene Until it attacks Your mind careens Into the black
Yet you think Things are so clear Though you're at the brink You don't seem to care
Madness • Opuss № I