Into the four corners of my mind
Sat the monsters
Quietly sleeping
As I searched for their wake

The time to ripple was nearly upon us
Scars ready for the burst
The never ending **** of failure  
Would be haunting

So the tickle has begun
Wake my soul
Shake these bones
My talons felt thirsty

From the four corners of my mind
Dead eyes now shone
Rasping breaths devoured the stench
The wake had begun