The Surrender, 2:54 New Year

It's crawling Dark corners of your home shimmer indiscernibly With flashes of movement gracing the shadows of your room The light has yet to pierce your blinds As you stand by the wayside, Composure shifting tides You silently cry, fear has gripped your eyes Holding them open, you shudder to yourself If that was just the fabrication born of an ill-placed object and overactive mind You rarely sleep, you don't need it, it needs it, you cant feed it Besides, more free time If only you could stop convulsing seemingly at random Nervous system on overload Overstimulation has totaled your reasoning centers Exposing you to them, they're always here Just need to make sure they know I know so they can't get me That'll save me But what if I close my eyes What if I close my eyes What if I close my eyes I can't, they want that, they want the dark, the surrender I can't surrender, you want to break me down I'll break your crown You say this softly, as to not endanger yourself further You know they know But the hope and ignorance keeps you superficially safe Until the light pierces through the light cloth covering the entrance you hide from In the day it's an exit, but the night? It belongs to them It belongs to them It belongs to them It belongs to them It's 3 A.M My head, a flurry My eyes, a carnival Dashing and darting They're out of control I rise I stare I can not hold What are those shadows in my halls What are those eyes fixed upon my walls Their gaze locked on mine The arms reaching out For my state of mind It batters and breaks me It shatters and takes me Tearing me apart I close I shut For breath, I lust The ears, they ring In silence, I trust My stomach twists and turns My eyes, they burn I open once more The corridor is coming for me It's coming for me It's coming for me It's coming for me Its deafening silence contorts my mind Shattering everything and all inside Panting and pleading I bewitchedly choke on the words that I fear that I have spoke My eyes twist in shades of red Mustn't be closed for the darkness I dread My face is buried Lids agape The cloth protects my fragile escape For sense, I plead For denial, I tread They mustn't be real They must be my head My head, my head, my head, my head My head, my head, my head, my head My head, my head, my head, my head My head, my head, my head, my head My head, my head I close I shut For breath, I lust