... but tomorrow
might be the midnight
of time and tracks
couldn't be found-
you will falter
and struggle for light
and be mocked
by the unsympathetic night

there's no turning back
and you will be blinded
by strange shadows
as they appear and shift
while all around is the deepest black

you will try to speak
but words will fail
they no longer belong
to you--- you will turn pale
in helplessness

it's not fancy nor a dream
neither is it exaggerated drama
you will no longer be yourself
in this phantasmagoria