The Fear of Nothing

Lil bit of the ol Edgar Allan Poe as inspiration if you couldn't tell.

My eyes burned. 

For I could not bring myself to blink.

It would do no good anyway. 

The terror of wandering thoughts and unsettling epiphanies. 

Is not halted by the shutting of my eyes. 

It only accelerates in unison with my heart. 

As I struggle to avoid the omnipresent gaze of oblivion.