In endarkened furrows lie the demons of a man's mind
Each born to undertake the care of evil relics of memory
To emerge in time and show the dangerous id that is behind
The crevasse separating sanity and insanity is thin
So thin that at emotion-filled moments he may change
To the other side to an unknown region of the soul
Perhaps to appear quite normal or quite strange
The resistance to inhibit lies within his own control