This silence just became more disconcerting I'm more than worried.



I try to steal glances through the smoke, But I...I find that I'm collapsing on the table amidst it all.

Staring at the exit signs, until my eyes bleed green and white.



Feeling the warmth drain blood from within..Watching my face contort in the blood spill.

The silence just became more disconcerting, And I'm more than worried about the state of my severed hands.



I guess that I'm falling out of touch, I feel the warmth drain from within...I'm still trying to steal stares with glances.

Still dying to be so close to severance.

Still dying to be so close to severance.