Running through a blur of motion Out of context Ive lost my ground Only destruction in my mind Obeying another sensless command My senses divided Providing no useful information Waiting for my death With indifferent anticipation Im the calm in the heart of the storm The steady axis in this dance of death Im the calm in the heart of the storm My existence recreated breath by breath Chaos all around Human limbs rearranged A collage made out of living flesh Perception of reality now estranged Sudden motions in my periphery I turn around too late Its time to shake the hand of fate On my tongue the taste of death
motion, calm, sensless, collage, periphery