I think I have a    
secret housemate who’s    
living in shadows    
of my hidden world,    
A week has passed        
since they tried to    
breach haven free,    
relentlessly;    

I think they    
come to seek    
my will, and    
my secrets,    
highs and lows,    
And now I’m    
caught by an    
unseen–A    
spectral fiend    
deep within;    

I think    
I’m doomed    
because,    
this fiend,    
they take  
over, eating    
my words    
and my  
precious    
conscious;        

I think I have    
a follower,    
a tormentor,    
a whisperer,    
an intruder,    
that hovers  
in shadows,    
to coexist in    
nightmare’s dread;    

I think as day    
goes by, the    
questions grow,    
Who is this presence?    
I still don’t know,
With mystery unsolved    
we persist, in the shadows.