Figments

Have you ever felt as powerless
As when your mental monsters made manifest
A darkness more all-consuming,
Than the brightest of the
Sun-kissed places?

Have you ever wandered on
Through the dark caves in your brain
In the valleys between the trees
Where wretched thoughts live rent-free?

Did you think you could go alone
With a head of steel and a heart of stone
To fight the demons in your head
That feed on spectre-shaded lead?

Do not stare into the abyss
Where even the bravest dare not stray
Wide, gaping, impossible to miss
Let not your curiosity betray

For all you see are but figments
Of an imagination diseased
Cursed forever to feel too deeply
And see things that do not exist.