ToTheArk

I can’t shake this false apprehension
Like a shadow that follows too closely
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again
This is not just a trick of my God damned mind
I’ve fooled myself before and I swore never again
Still this haunting will not cease till I burn this whole world to the ground

Close my eyes, hold my breath
For this lapse in time
My death
I feel it tearing through my mind
It’s something I can’t rewind
Escape through this splitting skull

Now turn to face this devil
Nightfall will welcome us all
But its cold embrace and its empty face
Have become my own
Sinking down to the incandescence I once knew
Blurred lines and echoes as I tear back though
Awake from this tortured sequence

So much time has been lost
Weakened and forgotten
Condemned to repeat this
And I beheld myself, disfigured as that faceless horror and said
I would rather die
Turn, Look, Run

The hunter is close behind
And I’m running blind
Don’t you see that man in shadow?
Am I losing my mind?
Condemned to repeat this tortured sequence