diving, diving deep.

Swiftly seduced, immersed, sucked.

Down.

You never know when or who or where, it just hits you like a fist in the guts and then you're down, down, down.

No warning.

Just coasting along, careless as a sunny day lopped in half, cut through into raging pieces, trappings of a life, songs that don't mean shit anymore.

Down, spitting lies, splitting lives.

Nails shrieking, reeking holes, echoes on halls of vengeance, hills of wrath collide.

You have no idea.

Fool.

It's dark and cold and empty and people are so lost.

Don't you want to know?

It's dark and cold and lonely, but you can fill the space, cram the chinks, build a life. A shiney new life with new friends, new songs... Pieces, trappings.

Build it strong, maybe it'll stick this time. Maybe it'll stay together.

Ignore that thing.

That dark thing.

Whispers.