Sit in the corner
Breathe deep
The darkness hasn't crept to your feet.
Sit in the corner
Breathe deep
The darkness is almost to your feet.
Sit in the corner
Breathe deep
The darkness consumed your feet.
The darkness has your legs
Now your thigh
Till it creeps up & sinks its teeth into your mind
The darkness has a hold
Your once pleasent mind
Now filled with dread of time
To much darkness
Try to free your mind by dripping crimson
Only for a moment
Sit in the corner
Breathe deep
The darkness is at your feet.
