I’m holding the body to-gether,
I can’t really speak for the soul,
they patched me up on the ward
and say that I’m just about whole.

The sweats in the night
leave me shaking
and in dreams there’s
a horror that walks

and whether I’m sleeping
or waking
there’s always
a panic that stalks.

There’s anger which bursts
like a shell blast
or the fall of a sudden grenade

exploding from depths
that are hidden
in a minefield that’s ever re-laid.

And there’s something
that hides in the shadows
all it takes is a look or a smell

like a mirror
the whole world is shattered
and each shard
a small piece of hell.

No sense, no rhyme and no reason
no magic to keep it away
whatever the month or the season
it comes any night, any day.

Yes, there’s something
that hides in the shadows
all it takes is a trick of the light

then I’m pinned on the ground
in the darkness
by a creature that feeds
on the night.

Yes, they patched me up
on the wards
and everything’s just about whole
I’m holding the body to-gether
but I can’t same the same for the soul.