I stir beneath haunted skin
Bubbling with fear and angst
Each morn spent prowling
In a feverish pace
With darting eyes and blended thoughts

Daylight crackles
And the waters spew forth
Surging, past the high wall of dark

The mind is pulp
As I stagger aimlessly
Pleading for the calm
Of my deranged
And hammering pulse

I stammer profusely
And my words plummet in disarray
Destined to scatter
To mock my rising distress

I stir beneath haunted skin
Beneath quiet and ghostly ruin
Where I am not to be salvaged
Never parted from my affliction