Anxiety Headaches (2003)

A shard of paper-thin ice becomes a white, glowing needle that you trace, starting on the left and jumping sporaticly landing elegantly then you plunge the shaft. But you get bored and you call your liquid hounds instead, they whine in anticipation 'till their aching paws strike a rythem running through arteries causing mayhem in confines too confined for them. And they scare me through the halls of my fears, relentlessly, they give chase and instinctively I run blinded by the tears. Still they remain true to my scent can't loose them the stench of fear weaves a noose around my neck with the other end firmly in their jaws.