I feel the darkness coming
Like a breeze against my skin
It's going to take me over
I know I cannot win

I try to rationalize this somehow
As I'm balled up in my bed
The covers comfort me
They hide me from my brain's sin

As my mind is screaming
The shadows they appear
I am swallowed once again into blackness
Paralyzed with fear

I feel so very numb inside
Sadness has its grip
I am so very weary
Of these shadows in my head

Juliet Wilkerson  © 1998