Of the night and all it holds unknown-
As it exists in the minds of the delirious?
The wounds of the subconscious,
Bleed into the conscious mind,
Every once in a while the regression of time
And the first from last interruptions-
Can't fully stop the neurosis,
Or the increase of knee-jerk reactions,
The moments- the years of internalised afflictions,
Between courage and shame,
Become the constant signs of idle pain,
The weakest of knocks, break something
Due to the frightful effects of fragility,
Which lie beneath the façade of everything.