Gentle whispers wake my worldly being,
for long have I been laying here asleep.
My eye I open, though without seeing;
a world possessed by darkness — far and deep.
I want to try and move but must I not.
An every thought consumed by this abyss.
I try unraveling this psychic knot,
though does this fight seem to be meaningless.
Alas, before my mind is swallowed whole,
a square of light appears in front of me.
A cat inside the light; it wants my soul,
strips me of my heart so I will not be.
Without its core, my outer shell lies here,
the inner power used to fuel all fear.
— Jonathan Frech, 30th of October 2017