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