When black clouds swarm around me
and reach down deep inside,
I push away the darkness
and huddle close and hide.
I tremble with the terror
that has me in its frame,
the dead tide sweeps across me as
a darkness and a flame.
I drown beneath those waters,
I choke on that dead air;
the fire creeps up my body
from my feet up to my hair.
As demons eat my entrails
and goblins burn my skin,
I knock at Satan’s foetid door
but he won’t let me in.
I’m paralysed, I’m covered with
the darkness and the dread:
There’s nowhere I can run to
that isn’t in my head.