Prevale

Shadow creep into the sunlight,
Blood slides down my wrist,
I shall break my own neck,
If things do not shift.

The writhing, slinking creature,
come out of their holes,
rearing horrid faces black,
and screaming thoughts into my head.

I must prevale before the light
is smothered strangled and killed
I must prevale before the shadows
grow to sieze my life.