It hides in shadow, dwells in dark,
and aptly suits the night,
It’s lost in fog, in forests deep,
without the hope of light.

Festering in a broken soul
it opens wounds anew,
Its double sided blade cuts deep
and sheds a blood of differed hue.

Its blackened pool begins to spread
and burrows deep within,
As it seeps it clogs and chokes
with the guilt of a well hidden sin.