A horrible feeling, a tremble within
A terrible fear is churning just beneath skin
A ripple, and then a still tide
Is this relief or a warning from the other side?
A rapid decent, a forgotten shame
A broken down factory, a whispered name
Offal reminders strung out in strange code
Hammer on minds hushed and shadowed
Breaking light, a washed out sea
Haunted by the sudden epiphany
A ghostly waltz and a fluttering wing
Is it the dark that is feared or the delicate things?