Fear's Transgression (with vid)

REWRITTEN AND RETITLED BY WEIRDELF

Fear's Transgression

I'm so worried, stretched and drawn,
really worried, my skin is worn
To think, that ghastly gleaming grimace comes for me,
Too soon! I've yet to save each moment's words,
To build a mountain, a mountain range of all life's
savage, leering, laughing joys and scattered turds.
I fall back, glaring rapaciously into the roiling night
terror sucks me from the ground into a wormhole.
That I might miss the chance to write it all
from bang to entropy, I fall in thrall of loss
to the void behind her pinpoint pupils
this time stares back with little of import,
for just this hour must replace the years I'd hoped
for something real, more real than this, cheap chapped kiss
and tying off the tourney, work the fist and pat the vein
seeing the bloom of blood into the fit, I know
that nothing's worth me coming back again.

Video - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Ue9pLa5GUU

The original When I have fears...
John Keats (1795-1821)

WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high pil`d books, in charact'ry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, 5
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And feel that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
That I shall never look upon thee more, 10
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love;—then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think,
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.