(Hook)

There’s a shadow in my room
Is it a goblin or a ghoul?
Is there a difference
Between a spirit
And a demon
What am I seeing?

(Verse 1)

An elusive veiled illusion, I assume
My world juiced, not a drop of refreshment left
I’m bishop off the roof into the darkness

A phantom opera
I’m sweeping debris up under the carpet
It’s part and parcel of what’s hardest to part with

Bumps in the road begin with the lumps under my table
My coffee complexion unstable, with Ringu stains in the maple
Seven days to live and unplugging the cable won’t save you
Wasted the summer of Samantha drowning in lake views

In the throes of hopelessness
Putting coke in a snowblower straight up the nose, dusted
I can’t shake the cobwebs out the sofa
What a tangled web of woven

Blankets shrouding my blank thoughts in dank clouds
The worst part of being this high is coming down
That’s when that being come around

(Hook)

There’s a shadow in my room
Is it a goblin or a ghoul?
Is there a difference
Between a spirit
And a demon
What am I seeing?

(Verse 2)

I’m told faith is a substance of things unseen
Unlucky for me, everything I sight obscene
My rose-colored glasses now shades of doo doo brown
Nasty it’s no accident I’m apathetic, devout to the doubt
My detachment from facts

Left me crippled in a ditch fixed in fiction
Devoid of deliberation
That lessens negative acceptance and leads to affirmations

The worst speech is the demon tongue self-demeaning
Seeking refuge from a deluge of delusions
Trolling anti-social media

My mentions uncarefully chosen, the at’s atrocious
So while the caged bird sings, these rotten tweets keep coming from vultures
Bats and flying roaches

Twittering a vat of bitterness, exacerbating my condition
In the absence of lamps, I become a bastard with nyctophobia
What is it? And how do I get rid of it