Slipping,

sliding,

no just losing my grip,

but losing myself,

no one offers a hand,

no one offer to help,

they all think I’m acting,

they all think I’m playing a hand,

but I’m not,

I’m losing it,

I fucking cracking up,

the walls are coming down,

the sky is opening up,

and the darkness is coming,

for every single one of us,

to claim its prize,

our sin,

our soul,

so heed this warning,

heed my call,

for once the beast has devoured me,

you’ll be its next port of call.