I know that beast well.
I know him, he who creeps
Under the cover of darkness,
Darkness not of a blanket but of a whole living thing.
He is the darkness that creeps, bringing with him the shatters.
The broken glass.
He forces his way into the skull
And takes over
Then shatters that fragile brain.
I know this beast well.
He feeds off of me, off of my happinesssss
Draininngg it downnnn to naughtttttt.
He is why I live and why I die.
