//everybody’s a murderer
in shadows, we wander, lost and unbound,
searching for the fragments of what we once were,
the self-saboteurs of our own existence,
in this desolation, we stumble and fall,
tripped by the darkness of our own creation,
a vortex of doubt, consuming...
searching for the fragments of what we once were,
the self-saboteurs of our own existence,
in this desolation, we stumble and fall,
tripped by the darkness of our own creation,
a vortex of doubt, consuming...