Age of oceans.
Time of mortality.
Surreal as it may be,
Space is colourless.
Imortality is bruatally scary, when you fear only life.
Disconnected from the one thing that links us all.
You don't want to be on your own.
Like an intimate stalker, it will dig deep.
Growing off every fear.
I can still taste you in my mouth.
Bury its self into its opaque living.
Scrunched up into your face.
Its a nice last resort.
Glad they think so cruelly of you...
Mask yourself with the fear of your night time.
Dark and rancid.
Livid in your dreams.
Your dawning memories, vivid through the veil of lost time.
Its another mirror to reflect your every insecurity, and long forgotton traumas.
Strangulated by every emotion in your body
Every aspect of you wants to wake up.
But only... You won't let yourself.
You can not control it.
Therefore...
Your fear it.
