Curled up inside my mind
They scratch away.
The dark, the dark
They love the dark
It keeps them warm
Living in more than a fool's paradise
They pace the halls
Of men, great and small
Haunting the hallow walls
And staircases of the heart.
You hear their footsteps
And their breathing tightens something in your throat.
Black.
Eyes shut to block these things out
Or keep them locked out of the world
That is hardly any safer.
The phantasm floats about
Down city streets
Not just in your mind
And the minds of the good
It's time to take a flashlight
And a bat
to these ghosts and monsters
That are within us all
It's Time to Deal With Yourself and Your Past
