Entranced within the enveloping dark,
I'm stuck alone with intangible thoughts,
Those that dwell in the mind constantly,
Ruled by the tyranny of doubt, and anxiety,
They rattle my mind, bouncing to and fro,
Reminding me that I'm desperately alone,
And they'll be my only solace.

There's a true terror, in your greatest enemy,
Being that which guides your every motion,
It seems like just as much as the mind is on your side,
It's waiting for the perfect moment to remind you,
Just why you're so insignificant.

Every action that you think correct,
Reflected back as a horrible misstep,
Or an embarrassing display of stupidity,
Another failure so plainly in view,
How can one succeed under such a critic?