Paradigma

Every night I feel it behind me
Every night I sense its presence
Every night it's haunting me
As ominious as my dyed counscience
Every night it turns every dream
Into a frowsty nightmare
Every night I want to turn
And finally face this shadow
In a frowsty chill
A mist of fear
The one I do not wish to know
Resides my every dream
The Shadow, my unseen
Beholding captor
Every night I feel it behind me
Every night I want to face its nature
But never this do I dare
For saw I it, surely die would I
Last night, in my dream I turned
To face the faceless peril
How morbid my dreads then seemed
As I saw my own distorted face
In a moisty chill
A dreadlike mist
The one I restist to know
Enshrouds my every dream
The Shadow, my hidden
Second I