Mental Fatique

MENTAL FATIGUE Necrotic daylight, crimson waves, dripping into pools of dark deception; stagnant air grasping for the last clarity of light Illusions echoing; imagination forcing him to face the blistering dark melancholy memories dig deep into the brain. On and on into night, walking helpless, perhaps insane Deficient in color shadows compensate; waves of motion ooze through spaces spawning some ill fate hypnotic humming Surrounds his head like an opiate driven, driving one mad Darkness becomes oppressor, seductress in her domain observing the quality of discomfort massed upon the damned night still refused to recognize the day belching poisonous phrases ‘till the animated brightness burns the eye of doubt with potency of its power driving the bitter darkness out