The Scare

Tragedies openly stir, Clouds of horror and deaths beckons, With dreams transforming into nightmares, Nightmares flaming out shadows fire, Shadows fire relentlessly torture, Oh yes indeed, emotional torture remains a venom to swallow, Yet this remains a known, unknown. Death is made a necessary option, With the heart overshadowed by darkness And senselessness hallmarked in life, While the odd is virtually visible in everything, Rendering the future wobbly towards itself. An abode is made in darkness, Companion in fear, A temporary solution is gladly-handed in alcohol, And entrusted with a permanent solution, is death. Though darkness abounds inwardly, Happiness thrives to spread on. A deception of life is revealed, Perplexity is helplessly endured, And salvaging the fallen world is far from reach. Yet, the sermon emphasizes the tip of the iceberg. And death, found to be invisible