In the shadows
of tomorrows
I walk.
Cough, croak, choke
On the nefarious dreams-
like a labyrinthine perplexity
of adits and tunnels
in a multitudinous cavern-
they beckon.
Their candy-coated, honeysuckled
Chuckling, cackling, crackling,
Gleefully furtive deceitful
Beckoning.
An ambuscade, a trap-
hellish, devilish,
a ressurection of evil itself.
They return, they revisit, they're back
To entangle and ensnare me-
Naive, gullible- a pawn.
I cover, cower, crouch,
Amongst those shadows
Of tomorrows.
Will they come to my rescue?
Emancipate and unshackle
From the serpentine diabolic
That is creeping up on me?
A sycophant stalker,
but much worse,
For its dagger
wouldn't slaughter.
But strike once and dispose you off-
hopeless, lifeless, corpse-like,
Yet breathing, nonetheless.
I hide myself
In those eidolon shadows
Of tomorrows.
Will they pull me out of this fire?
Will you pull me out of this fire?
