Beware the demon

It can snatch your soul and pale your eyes;
Deprive you of life and joy and hope;
Trap you in the dip of living death.
A tension of silence, pain and broken dreams;
A day diminished by the demon of lost time;
A loser invited at his own mind’s pulpit;
A coward tutoring the forward guard;
A cloudy mind behind the wheels,
on an unruly freeway.
It doesn’t suit.
It’s shameful and gory:
An egregious mockery of the creator.
When the loudest babbles
drown out whispers of reason;
When deceit of an inglorious surrender
crushes the logical fight-till-death;
When bubbles of imported inceptions
destroy the cockpit vision:
I don’t know what becomes,
but nothing worthwhile.