O’ torrents of darkness
And voices from the pitch,
Be this a tempest or madness,
It matters not which!
O’ tormented and sorrowed,
My mind doth it twist;
Alas, each day I am thwarted,
Why must this persist?
O’ the legions of shadows
Control the weight of my quill
By the force of their echoes
That emerge from the still!
Ah, I am bemused and abandoned
In a world of my own;
Alas, these denizens of darkness
Will not leave me alone!
O’ the cascading torrents,
The darkness of dismay,
Bring a constant flurry of voices
In a persistent array;
And I am entranced and maddened,
Unable to resist;
Thusly I am bereft of reality
To worldly exist!