Run through your mind, your screams are fast hushed. Search for that which will never be touched. Touch never for the things which you search. Sounds muted when through your mind they lurch. 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.