I am withdrawn from the world

amidst the chaotic search in silence

The spirits I seek in a self advancing study

I must do it the hard way

The hard way

The hard way

And it unravels before me in tears from the sky forlorn in gloom.

The pain of it all is it my own?

Yes, perhaps it is theirs too.

I immerse myself in you souls

and you open forgotten wounds

ones that I'm not strong enough to face

tedious sojourns, breaking my spirit,

and my silent cries call out

'I need you, detective, I think,

perhaps as therapy, a hand to hold,

a guiding light in the suppressed darkness of my life resurfacing but I'm afraid to ask

you, sir.'