From within the darkest depths of my heart,
I feel it creeping start.
Shivers run across my spine
With every tick of the clocks passing time.
Slowly, slowly myself I loose,
doing things I do not choose.
My eyes turn dark, like a cloudy night
My skin turns pale, like the moon shining bright.
I hear a whisper from deep inside;
That tells me to murder, whom ever it decide.
And even though I wish not to comply,
Whatever it says, do shall I.