Dependent on imagination,
A harsh fluctuation,
Of fears linking, like
A firm handshake
Between good friends.
Rocking the mind
With notions of
Future demise,
From lethargy-
To panic.
Concave-
To convex.

Happiness is unobtainable,
(A reminder of
What one shall lose)
Obsession is not containble-
Rather a screaming beast,
A savage wolf’s horrific howls
(Evoking dread)
Echoing through the mind's
Various canals of thought.

One acts how he thinks
I think of death,
Therefore, do nothing,
Instead. This takes one
To the brink
Of insanity-
(Palpable)
Of angst..

Weather the manifestation
Of fears, or,
The product of an overactive
Mind, I am not aligned
With youth, there is
No youth to time,
There is No youth
In demise.

Lazarus Knix

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