Consciously I died
and went inside my mind
but only if I had known its kind,
of state, would I have tried
to open my eyes earlier
and escape the realms of my head
to return to the comfort of my bed;
my conscious is much scarier
Anaconda's, Dracula's and Dragons
I saw, bringing chaos, destruction & war
banging against my mental defenses' wall
breaking its patterns of lasers, soldiers n cannons
which were meant to protect me
from negative emotions or morbid thoughts
that kills my esteem and let it decompose, and rot
before drowning in their sullenly sour sea
Trapped in that Cross-fires drama
I realized that I was the only one to blame
for hiding my true colours in shadows of shame
& letting these depressive dragons bypass my mental armor
Guess I should've known better
than to feed and overlook my insecurities
and give in to these ridiculous anxieties
which stems from my haters' letters
Since, "Couldn't fight for myself," is true
or "against myself" in this game of life
I'll now die another Knight without a wife
In this dreamish nightmare I've delved into
Maybe life is just a mind game
and death brings it sequel
another breathing hell, just unruly unequal
Whose depths my mind cannot tame