Grim-filled Lullabies

Backslide

Rustling coos outside window's seal tonight,

Is there terror lurking by weirdos concealed bide;

don't care to truly recognize,

pretend imaginations spinning wild,

If you must continue pursuit then get on with it, alright;

Take me down with subtle perfected bromide,

quiet, as one lays beside,

synchronizing breath with mine,

creepy lone soul you carry in tote... so tight –

I've not been completely incapacitated....

see: for weeks spying eye have been baited,

victory is in the eyes of awaited –

Now, how do you prefer limbs plaited?