My black ooze, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you batter me down; my vision
Clouded and misted throughout my life
Stalking me always, my black ooze.
Let me compare you to a terrible night.
Or a creepy moment or a dreadful fright.
You’re always there in mind and sight.
Trapping me always, my black ooze.
Sometimes you’re strong, sometimes you’re weak
Sometimes you blind everything I seek
But when I stop and think of me
I’m stronger, always: my black ooze.