The illusionary incubus was deadlier than a grimly boogieman with a protruding mole ,
The picture was darker than any movie theatre and it moved incessantly
And the familiar characters were subjected to tribulations non-hesitantly.
Despite the pitch-black emptiness, the gory filled it with pigments of suppressed squeaks and muffled cries,
The magnet of this ominous sequence extracts every chunk of defense, thus unarming our countless tries
It was an ordeal that prevailed my wholeness, even after I encountered reality,
The underlying plot that the mind had hatched unfailingly marred the mentality, rendering a paralyzed spirituality,
Mind is shrewd player and it gloats in its intricate monopoly ,
The heart churning and ruthless games can't be granted even a bitsy apology ,
With the twists and turns that grate our sense and sensibility ,
The ulterior motive of the mind dilutes existing combating ability ,
The emotions are rattled and the sentiments are wrenched ,
When the people in the destructive imagery are battered and bloody drenched.
I yearn to wrestle with the surging waves of ugliness, and pin them down,
So that I slide peacefully in the blanketing slumber, and wear a victorious crown