The darkness will seep, while I weep, through the walls, through the doors, relentless pursuit, nowhere to hide, nowhere to run, as I sit and cry, the weight of my conscience several hundred ton, I fight back, I'm not done, alone, in the dark, my mind begins to bend and arc, morphing what's real, breaking my seal, forces me to think about the bad, begins to make me very sad, crushes my spirit with its overwhelming size, suddenly, tears burst from my eyes, screams of fear, cries of sorrow, a raging war, a losing fight, only to be repeated again, this time tomorrow.