Anxious
Feel it’s tight grip upon your heart;
From sullen stomach it rises.
Finger-tips to toes it goes rending soul and flesh
Panic states and past mistakes lead ye unto death
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Problems few, worries ado in plain view that is clear
Yet, conjuring comes to minds replete with joyous wonders
Overwhelmed, underwater, sunk or seemingly fine;
is where this phantom sets his face to dine
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Dine he does, devour, destroy
Despair arises, life is void
Fill the hole, quench your thirst;
but bottomless you’ve become
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That Goddamned phantom!
Every corner he lurks!
Your seeming eyes suffer at every turn;
You see him there
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God he has become, ascended to the most high place in you
Served lies for solution, parched, accepted
Ego death to be assumed lest the real be prompted
Die to self, be filled, or yourself will do the dying
Originally composed 4/4/20