One Night's Ransom, part II

Shadows threaten at the door;
Edges crumble into dust.
On spider-legs of livid hue
Madness scuttles 'cross the floor.
Existence filters to a leer
As knife-edged balance finally tips
Into the darkness. Reality rips;
Nothing left but sweating fear.
Dragging truth into the light,
Dawn comes, red with bloody fingers.
Memory of your ransom lingers:
The price of life for one more night.
Breathing still, but at what cost?
Sanity, and a soul, are lost.