As we turn deeply
into ourselves
In an inward sort of dive
To explore the harrowing
of whatever hell is  
This brand new hell
The devils are picking up
A susceptible gaze
We are lost in a field of
That neverending doubt
And the sky is dim
The sky is your dream
My hope, effervescent
You don’t ever get used to
The icey cold air
It crystallizes on my useless skin
I’m told:
“you just have to learn to ride the waves”
The only waves I must learn to ride
Are the ones inside my head