The steam
Of Subconscious,
Rising slowly, untied,
..opens envelopes
shockingly,
Knotted and tied.
We need our worst fears...
To happen to us,
Well, because it kills us,
And it ah wake
-ens us.
While it may seem,
we don't know the unseen,
We can feel it, and scream it,
And hurl it into being.