Stupor

i closed my eyes and tried to see
how amazing life can be

i closed my eyes and tried to hear
sounds of music that enter my ear

i closed my eyes and tried to feel
everything unlikely surreal

yet when i've come to see the light
it then daunts me and i try to hide
what lurks in plain sight
fears no dark nor daylight

it emits a sound, only i can hear
no footsteps no whisper
but always very near

hiding is futile
running is just play
of what's greater
one can only pray

immortal yet immutable
moral yet unrelenting
when you weaken, its able
it's persistence unending

you cant kill it in reality
yet thought harms it greatly
always resurrected times to many
always returns bringing agony

but in every round you win
you become stronger
it seems like a whim

have i grasped it too deep
that i cant let go
not even in my sleep

each day i try to fight
each day i end to hide
each day it foregoes
another day to torture or so

until i find the will
end its life, i need to kill
end its torment, i should until

and rise again soon not far
dealing its coup de grace...