creeps up to me from an unknown place
my innermost thoughts my mind it seeks to mime
my cherished reverie without hap to replace
in desperation I wallow in phantasms,
reaching I grasp for an unextended vine,
sucked back within by this murky chasm
all I hope for now is salvation divine
there are no more dreamless sleeps
words fail to give me avowal
my grip on reality slips
it is only a game played to a foul