Something takes ahold,
So I don't lose control,
The highway just winds me down,
I'm rushing for a breath,
As it follows me again,
Up into the underbrush,
I feel my legs give in,
to the monster on my skin.
Oh god.
It hurts.
The fingers on my chest,
Scratching at my flesh.

What Is this,
Feeling,
Of control,
I want to lose myself again.

It climbs into it's disguise,
My skin.
Bloodied and cold, I,
Follow the morning star until I can't anymore,
This isn't who I am and I would like to scream,
but he took my teeth,
"I'll never be free." says my mentality.
The day drags on,
I can feel my skin as it tightens around the beast,
My hands are digging for purpose and a hold.

What is this,
Feeling,
Of Control,
I want to lose myself again.