A shadow of doubt has begun to cling to his neck
Seeping poison in, until his existence is the essence of pain
In its ever haunting slumber it still will feed, for he is the snack
Stealing the fruitful juices of life inside, driving him insane
Perhaps, if you feel, you may blame it on the intensity
It has a way of confusing 'abominations' in the most unfortunate times
Shadows will scorn them blind, crawling towards a false ecstasy
Becoming lost in shadowed worlds and words, missing all the signs
Every pain he could never let go of, he held on to from the start
It is a feverish sickness that burns, scorches breathing lungs
The shadows voice inside his head, has begun to boil his heart
Now, forever will leave welts from shadows licking tongue
Ever lost in his spinning minds, contorted of all sense
He's gone missing in the cave of sanity, leaving a used husk of a carcass
Blank eyes stare at the world around, a wound that shall never heal
Forever searching to find a single path of light that will lead him to the surface