Discipline

Horror is fading into the streaming lights of your everyday view
Perception from your side will never be real to no other than your eyes - and
only to them
Hunt down the hunters that haunt you like demons
Telling your brain that it's time to die

The unidentified fear that makes your surroundings your enemy is sending
Hallucination like real timelaps repeating the sicker you get - like fog you
can't grasp
Like dreams falling with burnt wings you cease to exist to no others than the
loser
You rebel towards