The Leitmotif

These cerebral tempests…
scary fantasies of my bizarre reality
The dissonant taste of this air I breathe…
Peripheral visions of the ethereal tormenting me

Sleep stokes the flames of this affliction
A profusion of divine confusion
Copious trepidation…
to drift beyond this space I exist in
This guise you see with those eyes…
Would never survive once revived

Just leave me be
Confined inside this leitmotif
I’m King of this actuality
ruler of all I manifest
Real-life is what I honestly detest
Only love can salvage this mess…