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Who’s that lurking in the corner, far across my darkened room?
Shadows slither, getting warmer, casting caustic shades of doom.
Is it my imagination—is it real, or mere façade?
Will he be my ruination?
Where, oh where are you, dear God?

 
Seeping from the slinking shadows, slithering like scaly snakes,
dead men dangle from the gallows, ghastly wretched sounds they make!
Jesus, do you hear me calling in my darkest hour of need?
Father, bring the holy water—
come cast out the demon’s seed.

 
Fires inside my soul engulf me, burning red-hot from within.
Time is up, no one can bluff me; for I'm forced to face my sin.
Christ, can’t you accommodate me, wrench me from his wretched grasp.
Listless lullabies sedate me,
breath breathed out in one, long gasp.

 
Who’s the image in my mirror, evil lurking in cold eyes?
Lord, the vision’s growing clearer, hear me now my plaintive cries.
Fest’ring blisters cover o’er me, turning alabaster skin to black.
Yet, the vision here before me—
Is just me, now, looking back.