Running: through a blur of motion
Out of context; I've lost my ground
Only destruction in my mind
Obeying another sensless command
My senses: divided
Providing no useful information
Waiting for my d**h
With indifferent anticipation
I'm the calm in the heart of the storm
The steady axis in this dance of d**h
I'm the calm in the heart of the storm
My existence; re-created breath by breath
Chaos all around
Human limbs rearranged
A collage made out of living flesh
Perception of reality now estranged
Sudden motions in my periphery
I turn around too late
It's time to shake the hand of fate
On my tongue the taste of d**h