Episode of Clarity - Azazel

Images rot into thought

I close my eyes but see the veins

I can’t cut the nightmare off I have no control you

Master me, the speed the repitition per second so fast

So very fast the pitch is melting me now

I cannot think any good

Close them tighter the voice is so clean

Wonder the optics are so insane now I feel this, is

This what they crave, insanity