The Vigil

The Vigil

The Vigil, a juncture countered by reason.

Irrationality is our fuel and demise.

Laying awake, our forbidden eye peeled on the barren ceiling.

This is The Vigil, each night, consuming us, this eerie feeling.

The Vigil is fearsome, no one knows what lies awake with us.

We melt into caverns of thought, but where are we really?

Again and again, self-inflicted pain.

This is The Vigil, each night, taboo and insane.

The Vigil resides in our chamber of malleability.

Our thoughts, contorting by hypnotic rhythm.

Our forbidden eye so wide yet shuttering to a close.

This is The Vigil, each night, our essence slowly goes.

And The Vigil, sewing throughout our minds,

Sating itself by the threads of night,

Torturous for deceptive eternal time,

Weaving us towards the sudden fright-

-and we lash! We thrash! We bash our brain!

Our forbidden eye springs open! We feel this pain!

How is it us? The rich? The poor?

Oh how we suffer each night

Oh please don't open that door...

We curl the blanket beneath our shins, screaming in sorrow.

Wondering whether we will survive again tomorrow?

This is The Vigil, each night, the supplier of fear.

The very substance that makes even the most innocent-

Disappear-