The Fray

Nowhere is where everything we ever thought had lived,

It's dying.

Every moment is bound by stasis,

We are relative,

Fools to our thoughts,

Nothing is beyond all I could ever see and feel,

But still I cannot feel nothing as it creeps towards me,

Threatening to take over.

Born from the ground in rotting bones,

The unnatural turned normal,

Only causes of normality is frequency and all that remains,

We are all infrequent,

Unnatural,

Alone,

Whoever you turn to in your needy calls cannot help you here,

You can never escape your mind,

And you can never be saved from it,

The gun is cocked, the gun is firing, the gun is far away.

This is my reality,

Welcome to the fray.