Sinister urges creep up inside me,
Errupting, volcanic, twisted and gastly,
Torn asunder from your pathetic little world,
My will tears you out in a violent rage,
What will become of you,
Tattered, torn, disjointed from reality,
All around you my voices will scream and whisper
From the depths of your tainted soul.
Shattering within your shell,
You lay crumbled devoid of all form,
Your perspective askew and your words incoherent,
The end is nigh.
Barricades, strongholds, armies of the voiceless,
On the defensive against an enemy you cant see,
Sanity illudes you....
You crumble to dust..
one last time.