This Thing.

There is this Thing
Inside my Brain
It's torturing my heart, my sight
There is this Thing
I long to kill
I wish I have the guts for that

My lovely senses, now
Badly despaired
My ability
To actually care
There is this Thing
Inside my heart
It's nothing more than something vague

Like snakes-it curled around my neck
Like smoke, it's choking me to death
Like hope that'll never ever help
To overcome this raging stealth

So please do not disturb o Lad
For this is a sanctuary this is my bed
This pain is as though pillows to my head
This Thing is like shelter from Glad.