Cold sweat dampens the soul's frail casing. Struggles emerge with meager spacing. From meager space emerge the struggles. An encased soul, distress it juggles. Wrapped in darkness and sealed with the night, the one escape is a sudden fright.
Fright is sudden, elusion is sought.
The night will seal barren darkness fraught. The faces seen through the window pane, beckon you come and leave the claimed sane. The sane left last as you heed the call, follow the face of forgotten all. Look again and you will realize, the specter there is contrived of lies. The lies mislead the gullible minds, of those trustful of fantastic finds.