Isolation

Faint confusion
Buried in mud
Master plan to escape
Slow breath, as i weep
Cold chills as i grow
Clouded eyes i die
Slow decay the more i know
Procreate i die
Hear i hear the reaper
Crack the weakness inside
Salvage what is left
Becoming a man
Cold chills as i grow
Clouded eyes, i die
Slow decay the more i know
Procreate i die
Sucking my soul
To an end
Destroying my mind
As i descend