The madness stirs.
I feel it in the pit of my belly, I see it by the light of my mind
its eyes are open, fully focused on its target.
Like a snake on a branch, it incrementally inches, painstakingly progresses
My mind strikes out in fear, but it is not vanquished
My soul screams, but its approach is relentless
My heart quails in terror, but its eyes are merciless
it wraps me in its writhing,
And for the first and last time
I lose myself
© Alfred W. Smith Jr.