The Same

Conspiracies traveling through my mind. Rumours are being whispered by the dark shadow which creeps and crawls. Plaster the poison with a single layer against the walls. Corrosive thoughts creates the time. The sign rise above the time for me to die. I am holding on to what smells off. The slayer roars, the player pause. I play the game, lost to all and loosing my cause. Everything makes less of a sense. Nothing works towards a safer future. Something is calling from my past. Fear becomes the creature that will forever last. I am burning without a flame. Will I be blamed. Will I ever heal to be again, the same.