| <> page <Yours In Murder> album page |
IntruderAn old soul in total controlLike a brooding cancer a creeping black hole Calm, undetected, terminal, black energy. Cold and invisible. Makes no violations. Sliding, Biting. Not a breath, not a whisper. Watching each gram of sand inside the hourglass fall to its floor, bloating its belly in slow motion Sipping away at time Devouring the hours Each movement carefully planned and executed Calm, undetected, terminal, black energy Cold and invisible Makes no vibrations Sliding, biting Like oil floats in water I'm drifting closer and closer Like oil floats on water, I'm seeping out I'm leaking in between the cracks. Invading your space. My breath upon your face |