Beneath the hooded soul lies the stench of madness,
Crippled by anger, doused with fear and gripped with anxiety
Blocks are stumbling, paths crossed
Sections fleets in an unending maze, keeping the light hidden.
Thoughts travel the dimly lit path of the unknown
Bogging the concept of reality, nothing seemed right
Uncertainty masked the directions with nowhere to go.
Shut the eyes and keep the shadows away.
Fear not the waves of cold that brushes the soul,
Stay and let the ripples numb the folly
Miss the edge, tone the emotions
Restrain the urge to strike for another breath.