
A sound,
the dark,
a snake,
a remark,
that bites the brain
until you are bound.
You shrivel,
and cringe,
your breath,
does binge,
and stabs the heart,
now sanity is little.
a cry,
a shout,
the curtain
it lifts,
the light of truth,
and fear is a lie.
By L. M. Montes