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..............