When did you started to be really afraid?
You’re afraid of the imaginary monster chasing behind
Scared you to death that you run out of breathe
Run –
Sometimes you had the thought of
stopping and let the monster eat you fresh alive
From outside tearing apart
And inside it goes, eating the decomposed heart and soul
rotten thought and brain mold
The stagnant blood river
Maybe it’s all what will people found
Because it’s all what will left
