The Promenade of Daydreams

Twirling twice around and around,
In a world which has no sound.
And where magic’s life is slight,
I feel anger’s poison bite.

The power I have stored in the void,
The void is black and can destroy,
Can this rage-fire I avoid?

Does this mean my life is doomed?
As I stand in this darkened room,
The darkened void that I escape,
From fury’s grasp soon I awake.

Let the blood flow, my mind, it screams,
The haunting of lurid daydreams,
A person’s never what they seem.

Dancing, dancing, my mind’s a trap,
I must stop spinning before I snap.
And as I whirl I do regret,
Because of the joy I’ve known and I’ve met.

I must let go and fall asleep,
And hope these fears away I weep,
And nevermore constrict my heart so deep.