Visions of an endless tunnel Carved through sleep A voice echos in whispers, from beneath A mouth hungry to see One shadow too many This world’s not mine Grip on my sternum Fingers behind my teeth To speak is creation Language becomes the living Words gives birth To a loss of control Silence will spread We drown in quiet The shadow is born From the corpses of quiet It reaches through death Into your skull And pulls you through The violence within me Escapes like smoke Blood like cancer Fills my throat The violence within me Congeals into shadow And leaves me behind in death I descend I believe in demons I believe in nothing I believe in shadows I believe in hell I believe in gods I believe in nothing I believe in the past I believe in hell The shadow approaches As I walk deeper It promises secrets Of a world unseen There is an old room Where the light of the past Comes through I stand at the threshold A figure sits there In the room It cannot be seen It cannot be seen by us