Voices are growing louder. I wish they weren't always. Whispering my name. Blood flows just like a river. It seems to pour along. Unending down the drain.
Demons have fingers that claw through the dark. Reaching around just to grab for your heart. Hide in the bubble, run in the road. Melt into pictures they cannot hold.
Careful where you hide, secrets come alive. Walk right by the evil things, slip into the night. I am the creature and I'll roam. I've lived a thousand times before.