as I lie in the darkness

the crippling shadows

sweep through

my inner sanctum

tainting my 

divine reality

'If I can make a hell into a heaven, 

can I run from these crippling shadows?'

as this thought is brought forth 

from the dark recesses of my mind

showers of cerebral sparks

shower down

each their own divine reality

all pointing to a rhythm and a rhyme

but I tend to get lost in the madness of time