At night, when the air is stiff and the night is still
An elder man visits me at my bed side
He tells me not to worry; he’s here for the better of me.
A Shade of Misconception he was; with specific aura of anguish in which I have never felt.

He welcomes me with open arms, there’s something about him that makes me uneasy
I still feel a sudden obligation to obey his orders; I do so.
An overcoming impulsion of sorrow and hatred infiltrates my body
A Shade of Misconception he is; as vicious as pack of wolves searching for prey.

A spontaneous change of mind; who am I?
The world around me changes as it was; I was no longer in my death bed.
Suddenly, my soul lifts out of my body; had he seized my soul and taken place of it?
A Shade of Misconception he was; as stealthy as a Black Mamba stalking his prey.

He opened the world for me, staring through behind my eyes.
A world of regret and remorse that could have been something more prominent
A world that is entirely made up of deferred dreams and shattered memories.
A Shade of Misconception he is; as silver tongued as a thief.

The world leaves my imagination with the blink of an eye; faster than light.
I return to my body, choking on my breath but with an impulse of relief, like a weight has been lifted.
The light finally shone at the end of the tunnel; dementia was the explanation to my problems.
A Shade of Hospitality he was, nothing more, nothing less.