When nothing is left,
I won't tell
what I'm about to do.

Forever, that feeling of spent.

Indecisions clouded with tunnel vision,
funneled down to one last thought.
It boomerangs back to me,
while the rest scatter
from a catapult.

In a frozen state
locked in a blanket of fog
that surrounds me
and the blood red stain
This soul is begining to bleed.

Fear is spreading through me
and my mind can not rest!!
Paranoia follows me
like some kind of pest.

I have faded away
then fell out of place.
I can't remember myself
and I'm far from free...