What if?

I am writing all that comes in mind along with the words crossing my head
Tortured by a 'wish it could be imaginary' reality swelling up my brains
The tongue spitting terrors of my beautiful nightmare, out of my skin creeps out the monsters feeding my endless pain
I am writing all my fears, yet my heart isn't afraid
Although I am afraid, for my writing might probably be in vain
What if I am writing myself towards a non-existent reign
What if words send me to the end of days?
Still uncertain of what the future hold in place
I am intrigued and rather sold to regurgitating replicas of events occuring within my head
to be continued....
©infinitee