Horrors

Desolate. Uninhabitable. Bleak.
Try to escape. There's no escape. Submissively meek.

Rumination. Incessant contemplation. Isolation. Trepidation
Futile attempts to break free. Ritualistic incantation.

Anxious. Sweat profusely. But cold. Shivering.
I get up. Walk around. They pursue me. Body tremulous and quivering.

Lie down. They lie down beside me. Above me. Inside me.
Think. Stop thinking. I don't want to think. They reside in me.

Occupy my mind. Medieval puppet show. They pull the strings. Write the script.
Black death. Danse Macabre. With calamitous intentions they're equipped.

Being summoned. They coerce. Force me.
Cemetery. Penance. No longer remorse free.

Exhausted. But have to dance. Dance until deemed acceptable to cease.
Paralysis. Body is paralysed. Mind yearns for paralysis of peace.

Can't. Won't allow me. Dance. Dance of death.
Laborious dance to the grave. Await with bated breath.