POEM: Sweet Thanatophobia

Thoughts forge still by twilight;
At rest angst and smiles recede;
Jagged knees and pungent smile;
Alluring dreams evolves nightmare;
Fear possessing everyday unknown.

Abated breath mates Health;
Courageous ends the streaky fret;
Twirling heist ties the soul;
Shredding prison crumbles;
Thus the spirits fumes away.

I do not want Death;
As every detest-able day I Died;
I do not relish Death;
As every sleep is Demise;
My escape is compromised!

Author:
The Beryl Guard