Genesis of monstrous notions

Is the whisper of nothing real

Calm and reason, utterly abandoned

Fears of the uncertain open space

Abhorring the gust of well-traveled wind

Maniacally convinced of enclosed haven

Knowing it’s safely counterproductive

Sickly mental drives , treasured demon

Joy with a dash of status quo norm, do detest

Vile goodness, can’t be evicted from psyche

Pop a pill, sleep awhile and try puzzle again

All above and down below is exquisitely wrong