Worry:

Deep in the darkness
Surrounded by light,
Where madness rules
The shadows of night,

No thought process
And no purpose at all,
The memories of past
Making a night call.

My head is full of pain
And nightmarish things,
You make all my moves
By yanking my chains.

Where the dark times
Has a hold upon you,
In the arms of sadness
You're broken into.

Where the demons within
Grow and become strong,
For all that they do
They can't do no wrong.

In the sweet grey matter
Where nothing feels right,
It consumes your thoughts
And keeps you uptight.