Worries for the future

The future,

oh glorious angel

Oh fiendish devil

What do you have to offer

You are beyond the fog of time

You turn the mind to soup

Such a simple concept

Yet one so ominous

What about you is known?

Are those appendeges that change

That morph and flutter

Angel or devil wings

Those, growths on the head

A halo or horns

The fog forbids

The fog obscures

The fog distorts

It drives one crazy

Seeing angels and devils

In the same being

At the same time

The oveload

Bre aks

Me

Rather than meet the end

I'll make my own

As my own devil

The devil of now