My anxiety is of a complex variety
Experienced uniquely but lacking propriety
Living in sin and bolstering piety
Everyday beaten by my mirroring ******
The serpent of darkness my soul slowly eaten
Hollow inside, beneath my aketon
Sneaking behind me his minions of fear
Back to the wall and feeling them near
Never appearing but seeing them clear
Always in my mind
Never far behind
Claws begin to grind
Rarely I escape
Hiding from the shape
Fanged mouths begin to gape
The fears I cannot fight
Safe only in light
They always come at night