Its Comming On So Slowly
It’s Comming On So Slowly,
It’s First Showing It Self,
At First I Barely Noticed,
But Now I’m Catching Up
First There Was The Music,
First There Was The Sound,
The Screaming Hell Of Something
Terrible Being Born In This World
All I Can Think Of Is Writing,
I Want To Place This Rage,
It’s Taking Over My Hand,
It’s Writing This All Down
Then It Started Watching,
Now It’s Silent Stalking,
It Follows Me Home,
And Creeps Into My Soul
Help Me I Cannot Speak
Help Me I Cannot Think


