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.