there it is again
that sinking feeling
so familiar
yet so foreign

i can't quite make out its origins
but it visits me from time to time
twisting my guts
scorching my soul

there is a certain comfort in its familiarity
i've known this feeling for years
it was there when i was young
and stays with me as i grow old

but as the duality of life is omnipresent
there is a certain dread in its familiarity
i remember it from hell
and it follows me as i search for the lord