sometimes I actually like what I write

I'm reaching out, I'm reaching in

I feel it move across my skin

It stops and tears and burns the flesh

then starts to look for somewhere fresh

as I feel the pain it starts to drain

and leaves a stain upon my chest

I fight it off the best I can

but my best is not enough

the battlefield is much too rough

and the situation much too tough

it called my bluff and now I'm fucked

and as my eyes start to close

between my arms I tuck my head

what's about to come I do not dread

...

I'm reaching up, I'm reaching out

hoping that I'll clear one doubt

I look about and no ones near

but I can tell that it's still here

it makes it clear my time is now

so I break free and start to flee

it chases after, screams with glee

it urges more to capture me

it closes in and I can't see

yet I feint back and fourth

and so close by I feel its taint

fatigue sets in

I come to terms that I can't win

I turn around to meet this sin

...to be continued