The Tendrils of Evil

Shadows linger like tendrils in my mind Nobody escapes the fingers of death Rooted in your soul, planted in your being Seeing is not always believing, it's deceiving Captured like a picture, photo of the truth Manipulated into reality that lies the proof The entity behind the scenes, conspiring Life lived unowned, the robot is tiring Shadows never shade, shadows of your grave The tendrils of evil are so well misbehaved And nothing is all you can do...