Unconscious, sleep
Lost in a dream deep
Images, vivid
All induce rage, Make you livid
Pressure, chest
Demons put its integrity to the test
Soul, drain
As your essence is consumed you feel pain
Cognitive, anxiety
Rapid breaths, falling tears, but no help from society
Help, None
Without aid in this land of no sun
Life, Hack
Demons have decoded you and you’re under attack
Fear, immense
Your adrenaline pumps as your throat closes, intense
Degenerating, health
You’re starting to go black, losing sense of self
Enemy, Fed
Sated on your life force leaving you dead
Sun, Bright
You awake, soul bombarded with light
Cough, Hack
No clue why, but you just survived a slumbering anxiety attack

Poetic Ice