I am so afraid of what my body will say
When my mind has left it to wallow in death.
I know it will die alone
Without the knowledge of its intricate depths.
I’m so afraid of the mind games it will have to play.

My mind will never cease to be a traitor
Guiding its protector into each and every worldly trap.
At night when I dream, my eyes shake as fear causes the soul to gasp.
I am but food for the fates, and they will forever be alive and better.

If I could, I would surely bash my brain against its harness.
The brashness of claustrophobia
Breaks through the skin and brings kleptomania.
Insanity is wrapped in a tiger’s heart, and a shaking mind’s hide, in trees growing upside down for some demons process.