:wumpscut: Fear in Motion

There is no timeI feel it leakingSeekingI'm seething with confusionI'm sliding through
your mindAnd you, you try to comprehendNothingThe mind cage of an animalYou swear
you saw itAnd what did you really see?What was
it?What of it?I'm looking through the darkHis red fingers flutter byHis air pushes past over the
valleys I holdWhat was it?What of it?He
sits in staticgenetically stillThe sound finds its
way inGrabs him by his earsDragging and screaming
through olive glassWhat was it?What of it?I'm looking through the darkHis red fingers flutter
byHis air pushes past over the valleys I holdSeeing in circlesTrace in tracersWheel and
anglesAngles within wheelsSeeing in circlesTrace in tracersWheel and anglesAngles within
wheelsI found no peace in solitudeI found no chaos
in catastropheI found no peace in solitudeI found no
chaos in catastropheIt's only their words they
speakSo speak with your ownWith your own