Disembodied Mind

As I peer into the depth of tranquility
Through spiraling mist and towering flame
Obsidian rings become clear to me
And from that path a voice screams my name
Split ears screech with deafening tones
Clenched jaws grind enamel away
Eyelids seal with blow torch glows
A wretched figure commands me to stay
The old hag beckons;
Now chained to her will
No choice but submission
Is her job to kill?
Visuals glow with frenzied pace
Dry throat leaves a bitter taste
Constricted lungs begin to fill
With laughter from her shrouded face
A haggard cloaked manifestation
Of a hypnagogic delusion?
Or supernatural intervention
The likes of which we dare not mention?
Disembodied mind!
Limbs contract while sinew steams
Upon the groans of joint-less bones
Fear-gripped heart begins to beg
For release from the tyranny
Of the hag at the end of my bed