There’s a hunger deep inside me that I can’t seem to control,
It’s poisoned my heart and it’s taking over my soul.
It’s manipulating the thoughts I dare to think,
I’m trying to resist from breaking but I’m already on the brink.

My eyes filled with horror; I lay in the grave I made,
Wishing to be freed – hoping to be saved.
Everyday I walk around and my surroundings I don’t recognise,
The only things that are true to me are falling from my eyes.

But the scariest thing is I can’t separate reality from dreaming,
And everytime I try to speak; I only end up screaming.

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