• Four corners of my bed,
    Four corners of my mind,
    Closing in within my head,
    All they need is time.

    These gargoyles surround me,
    They mostly come at night,
    But frequently I catch a glimpse,
    And clutch my heart with fright.

    I know of no way yet in which,
    to fight these demons back,
    perhaps I need some inner stregth
    or knowledge which I lack?

    All I know is that still they stare,
    Burning eyes leering at me,
    Coiled-crouching in ugly dissarray,
    Till Death or Insanity?