• A chill comes up my spine
    Echoing bellows reveal secret of each lies;
    I shared every doubt to find answers in between
    Darkness fall upon the misty scent of fury
    The silent night wrestles its way to reality
    Then a handful of condemnation feeds the mind with anxiety...

    It threatened the very essence of my soul
    Forgiving closer and closer,
    As if to devour me whole
    Tremors verify vivid vigor of the unseen
    Slowly pouring out delusion I cannot imagine.
    I remain a captive of insanity
    With just a string that keeps me hanging...

    The world revolves but i stand there; still...
    Rambling over verge of tears...
    Unaware of a day's rest...
    Unable to gather my strength...
    Unable to sleep...
    What time is it?