Those petrified sights,
Within my mind’s eye,
An image, causing great pain and hate.
Reminding, projecting, thinking and pondering.
Giving me such emotion,
Rage, anger, sadness, disappointment and uselessness.
All coming from fictiousness,
Swirling and controlling my mind.
Ripping through my skin,
Grasping my heart in fist.
Wrenched from its place.
The inevitable outcome of these petrified sights.
Shock, wreck and hate.
Gained from pure fictitious nightmares,
Torture of the mind’s eye:
Of what could, what would, what might.
Coming to your bedside, your mind’s side,
Illiciting a response,
Hatred, despair, sorrow.
The sights that populate my mind.
Leaving me petrified.