I'm on a downward spiral and I'm falling fast
Losing touch with reality and imagination
Perspective is fleeting, I suspect I'm slightly going mad
The signs are all right there to be read
Make of it what you desire
Interpretation is subjective
As I sit here contemplating my next move
I feel other presences here with me
And they whisper my name
Are the shadows real?
Are the whispers?
In the dead of the night, I hear the voices clearly
They whisper my name
And caress me with promises of silence and darkness
Are they really there?
Only they can lead me beyond
In the back of my mind (where there's still a shred of reason left)
It sounds discordant and speculative
I have nothing to hold onto and life is pulling me down
"Fuerit morietur hac nocte" they whisper to me from the shadows
I am falling so fast
I see lights passing me by
Distorted shadows in every flash
I know that I'm on the way to my end
And I welcome the terminal freedom of death
I finally understood the voices
They whispered I would die tonight