Every free moment serves as punishment
I can't seem to banish this from my thoughts
And even when I sleep I dream of the poison
You spin your web through my head
Entangling my thoughts for food
Trapping me within my own maze
And I know within my ghostly heart
This is wrong, this should end
Why can't I use the brake to find a resolve?
How can I be anything other than what this is?
Your poison beats through my vessel
Envoking every sense and that
Sharpening me to the point of insanity's brink
We tip-toe towards the highest drop (together?)
I am afraid of what lies beneath the depths of this
I am afraid of me