On this night there's an abyss

of thoughts, fears, hopes...

a sombre, secret mood

lurking my mind

maybe an outrage of

mental paranoia

If I think it, I feel it

and that becomes the power

behind it

I've to control it or

it manipulates every action

or reaction there exists

with it.

It controls me...

The abyss of my mind is filled with

these Caesars of feeling

My game develops into one

of survival

where life varies as the ultimate

victor or prize

Once I know it, I beat it

and that becomes the power

behind my mentality

I've to become it or

it shatters any action

or reaction that exists with it

It becomes me...