You Weren't Meant to be Awake This Long

Now comes down the final curtain.

Betwixt light and dark lives only truth,

The real face hiding neath the mask,

The inconceivable can only derange you.

What pother is wrought upon your psyche?

The tranquil redundancy of life distorted.

Perversions what once eschewed your gaze

Transmuted your sight to the uncanny and abhorrent.

Pray your visions be only delusion!

This writhing mass beyond life's veil.

Its eyes locked firmly on tormented faces,

Agonized screams lapsed into wails.

Flowing like a moving painting,

A web of tendrils holds its prey.

Their pain prolonged as it savors the meal,

Mind consumed as the body fades.

This you were never meant to see

The grim fate waiting beyond mortality.

All who breathe are doomed to languish

In the clutches of a horror outside reality.

You weren't meant to be awake this long.

You were one of a lucky few,

Within my reach to bring to rapture,

Away from the dark to be born anew.

You were only allowed a taste of living,

But stubbornly you refused to return to sleep.

Accepting torment in lieu of tranquility,

Brought by your own hand might bring relief.

Precious child, I tried to save you

From the cruelty of this world to which you belong.

Where misery and anguish become your existence.

From peace of life's end forever gone.