*House Of Illusion*

There is this carnivore,
That gives me unsolicited escorts.

Though sporadically,
But everywhere.

Believe me

This eyes of mine,
Has seen none animate
But my encephalon has
And so has my dreams.

Having it’s portraits
Saved to my CPU
Makes me feel disconsolate
And insecure.

This heart of mine
Fixed under and around
My breastbone,

Always wailing
To be relieved of
The corollary
Of pumping less blood.

All because of multiple thoughts
Of a single creepy critter

With a beautiful,

But scary structure.