I'm not afraid of the things we know to be
but I'm terrified of what lies beyond
the spectrum of things that our eyes can see
and when I glance into the mirror glass
to see my glowing reflection
the ghostly stare that shimmers back
is merely from the mind's projection.
So could it not follow that all we know
is a figment of our imaged imagination
and both everything and nothing exist
beyond the bounds of rational creation?
I close my eyes and see dots amongst the black
which fearlessly float and bounce around their jail;
are the fairies eating my eyes and tender flesh,
why do they feed on my fear and fuck me frail?