A Game Of Wits Poem by Collin Hagan

Thy name!
What is thy name? !

Oh creature of laden sorrow!
Oh bearer of chilling tone!
I inquire thy name now not morrow!
Why doth thou rattle my sanity like bags of stone? !

I beseech thee! Thy name oh beast of my mental schism.
A name, a name, my life for a name!
Might I put identity to this phantasm? !
to this ghoul of foul intended game! ?

My mind fractured by perturbation.
I lay hollow on this resinous flat.
Quivering with dread I gaze upon it's visage, upon damnation.
A creature of semblance, upon my throne it sat.

This phantasm, this ghoul, this beast that grips my sanity.
Tis I, an apparition of myself, of my weeps and woe.
That dark that steals my humanity.
Is me, and me alone...