The fear and sickening feeling comes from behind.
It comes at you as if you were blind.
Attaching to you without attempt.
Furious hells never relent.
Making me a kinda sick that feels good.
Knowing i never should.
Keeping me content in everything inside.
As if id already died.
Everyone just looks like a white page.
Remembering just rage.
Im hurting for a thing that should not be.
Im bleeding from a cut i cannot see.
Telling me im the only one.
Must it be true im holding this gun.
I fallen into hell.
A soul no one could sell.
Still i lay and plead.
And so this is what you where meant to read..............