Yet again I find myself alone
Except inside my mind
And within my bones, unwilling drones
My breathing shifts from rapid to sporadic
Depending on the moment, and which way the time has bent
At times it seems but an echo
Of long gone trauma
A phantom ache, without a scar
But I know it's far more than that
Beneath the surface, something sinister grows
An unwelcome guest now calls me home
I have no idea on what it feeds,
But it is something that I also seem to need
The dread it causes also nurtures
I see the pity and anger that it seeds
Unsure if this is my own doing
Am I the one keeping this thing alive?
Beneath the surface, something sinister dwells
A wave of doubt begins to swell
If I focus hard enough, I can still visualize what it was
It continues to siphon off my sanity
The world ceases to exist it's only me and this
Symbiotic, for all eternity
Turned chaotic, we cannot truly see
How exotic, darkened reality
Now quixotic, I am the dreamer of screams
Some things were just not meant for words
Just as some sounds were not meant to be heard
Some things must just be known
These things cannot be described
Existing only inside
Carried upon a subsonic drone
I am the one
The eater of the sun
Traveling to the end from which time has begun
Devoured by hate
Created in scum
Writhing in time to an unbeaten drum
There is nothing left below
Something has spawned from things unknown
When an a bad idea appears,
Like a circle of spores growing like mold inside your brain
Beneath the surface, something sinister knows
It won't share the secrets that it's sown
A storm of curiosity is growing
Knowing itself as anger slowly
Burn.....