Everything happens too soon
Hot breath on my neck
I hear it, immense
The only one who knows what happens next
Shit stained glass jar
Can you hear where we are
Alone in a silence no one wants to hear
I may not be alone
But can't really know, all that's awake is my fear
Don't take the last of what I have to give
Marching in the black dusty dream that I live
Quiet that child, its not me, not mine
Who am I
When every blink could be the last time