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 of 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 crushed,

Were you a mere illusion conjured up?

No clear vision masked of sensitive drug,

medicated to the brink of none understanding mine heart enough?

Gather world in amazing sound,

Hearts carry injuries,

find wounds to drown,

sparks pour highlights,

mine fields invisibly lie.