Dreaded awakening
no longer sheltered from that which I fear.

for reality is the open cell that i share with him..
the stranger

Oppressive, voracious being, but not of blood nor flesh he thrives
he stalks and plots wickedly
from a veil behind my eyes

Every moment, a battle of control
i tire and grow weaker
a battle for my soul

alone i fear this stranger most for this is when he's brave
fortifying himself in my shell while dragging me away

I crawl away and lay in darkness

waiting for the sunrise

It never comes, for I've become, the stranger in my eyes.