Creatures create lullabies with malice to feed,

poet verses which congest within sleep,

hear them lark about with not a slight: peep –

Sneaking upon bare floors with tiniest creep,

stay not for pleasure, yet – for long as you stand to keep;

Let them tear into that bitter skin?

fall convulsing for air stolen within,

head bashed with infection,

heart wholly bloomed in hushed expressions;

Was this a mere illusion summoned up?

Psychedelic slurred vision masked of sensitive drug,

Is medicated to the brink of a blind-understanding of thy hearts' not enough?