Morbid reflections,
shimmer in the morning dew,
rising new with each day.
As sick obsessions,
stalk the silent stillness,
basking, fearless,
beneath the rising sun.
They beg and they plot,
to invade and lay claim,
ever progressing,
swallowing slices,
and sections of the periphery.
A creeping morning glory,
consuming and blooming,
into floral patterns
of perverted beauty.
Soothing and tempting
the unwitting mind.
Chilled by the mist
of the poisonous,
crushing weight
of time.
Catharsi 