My imaginary friend, we have known each other since I can remember.
As the moon becomes round, our wishes are kept in a well.
Eyes that are cold and bare.
Your lifeless eyes share nothing but devious plans to broach me.
Every encounter that we have, the hair on my back and arms start to raise.
Halcyon is not ubiquitous in your vocabulary.
You will gore me and fiddle around in my head till I go insane.
As you reach the epilogue, I will lure through the windows and wait, if
there is a vision of your course countenance and when my fears will be met.
My friend, when did you become so dark.
Anxiety became my friend.
After I while I realized it was only the poet in me, so I went back to sleep.
