What is this creeping feeling?
The electric pulse down your spine,
The fireflies in your chest,
The scratches down your back,
The adrenaline in your veins,
The fracture in your bones,
The rip up through your muscle,
The torn side of your lip,
The blood in your eyes,

Those shadows that
Stare across the damp, hollow corners;
The abyss that stares back at you.
The water that reflects of you.
The night that falls for you.
The moon that shines for you.
The sky that storms for you.
The cyclone that spirals for you.
The fire that flares for you.
The flame that blackens for you.
The north that dawns -
All for you.

It is only but
This eerie darkness
With the uncanny noise that fills,
As silence echoes,
In the depth of those shallows dwells
That devil that lives for you,
The devil that dies for you.