"They're howling!"

The shadows watching from the wooden walls.

He can hear the tears drip from behind his back.

He kneels down in the center of a circle, inflamed in words and pours a river out of his eyes.

Now he's drowning.

The shadows keeper locked away in a cell.

Encased in gold beneath the floor.

He hears the creaking ice as it splinters and spits beneath the cold floorboards.

He can hear them howl and howl.

Now he's howling, and they're howling.

"There's something rolling in, from behind my eyes I can feel it rolling in like a cried choke from a steam whistle."

From behind his eyes he can feel the worst has come again as the shadows close in.