Sleep deserts in the middle of the night,
Soul indulged in endless fights.
And whilst all the tussles go forth unseen,
Someone is fearing their own tox screen.
Rising from the water, rinsing off the grime,
Stepping onto hard coldness, slipping in slime.
A stranger in the mirror is what the eyes find,
Soul stirs as the mystery stays undefined
Paranoia enters the system as words stay unheard,
And the Heart finds comfort in realities absurd.
And we go finding shelter in the shades of chemical waste,
Mutating slowly into creatures two-faced.
Self destruction comes about, another DNA lost,
Then peace comes slowly, spreading a blanket of frost.
And as all eyes, towards the horizon see,
I find all silences consumed inside me.