This blood that stains my inside
The gods only know where I can hide
On I go, these spectres and hounds chase
Never have I been able to see their face
Nowhere to turn to, nobody to confide
But I am forced to find a place to ride
They are so very close, so near
Even though I strain to hear
No noise, just ther presence
Something ethereal, just an essence
I resist the reigns of unbridled fear
Hoping one day I may find my cure
This blood that stains my hands
The chafing from these bands
I am held captive by my emotions
Kept alive only by my devotions
My clothing worn and near to strands
My soul this spectre brands
With self doubt and loathing
I now wear as I would clothing
This I fear is just the start
But the pain is too much for this heart
I am now, and will always resist
Lest I am overtaken and cease to exist
