Insomnia Fear

Fear, Waking me
Breathing me
With cold hands
Twisting my Veins
And tearing my Spirit.
Hiding underneath
It’s Cowl
Malignant Black Crow
Appearing like, gripping
The decay of self.

V. M. Vindheim©2012

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