Death revelation is in general done in evening, my old church Priest sermon was autonomously recollected.

What made me so terrible anxiety? My mind asks him these days midnight unease's cause, so logically.

Strongly hugging his arm and breast transmitting own warmth and his breathing to my memory under skin regenerated in my brain.

That hotness is my lovable strength as accepting rejoice.

Today's sacrifice is neighbor someone, isn't it?

My brain is heard Satan's spooky voice, but that could be the another my mind's one, couldn't that?

Merely my mind's deep inside smart yells, "What do you call, hey, now passing Midnight ambulance?"

Now I try to deny my all wicked mind around usurping any treasure I wanted to own.
None the less, it's midnight ambulance wierd echo does never cease from my brain.

You who out of the blue comes out from blackened shadow are so stark so ill-natured Satan's follower, aren't you?

I try to sooth my flaming mind so desperately, but my ears' inner cochlea rings that passing midnight ambulance echo which is so persistently amplifying.

Who's there, I ask, but nobody replies my question.

(Irregularly continued)

June.  17th.    2023

Appendix; This poetry was written listening to Ms. Demi Lovato's "Dancing with The Devil". Thank you very much for indicating my poetry heading direction, Ms.Lovato.