• Blackened sky filling the night,
    So much that it's hard to see light,
    Mist collects on my skin as thick shadows collect on the corners,
    You can't see the separation of anything as if there are no borders,

    The street scrapes as I walk these tired legs,
    I tumble on the ground as my energy cracks like eggs,
    Laying my head to the left I see aura of darkness circling around,
    My body feels broken and my mouth refuses to make a sound,


    The circle is closing in and there's little emotion going out,
    Dark hands generate and they're hands without a doubt,
    Because these fingers gripped me like a lever,
    Pulling me down to wherever,

    This place was no future no present only the past,
    The place I thought I erased but I'm facing again at last,
    My chilled body then sinks to the floor and drifts away,
    So I guess you could say the only thing I am is afraid.