Tools to fix, Weapons to kill
Grown inside rot me from within
Seeds so deep to my surprise
A shadow drawn to hypnotize

Fleeting fix to a bigger concern
To the past I look and yearn
With sullen eyes I grip at myself
It tries to decimate

Impulse with fear
These thought falls into relapse
My inner self upon it calls
When we tread within these narrow halls

Fleeting fix to a bigger concern
To the past I look and yearn
With sullen eyes I grip at myself
It tries to decimate

I Thought I was above
Above equilibrium
Now Knowing heals so worse
When you're suffocating inwards
I now bleed on the script
Thought I was above
Above equilibrium
It comes, it goes, but it never goes away
Always through my horrid dismay
Shapes, no form which has no name
A voiceless cry for those unnamed