Netherworld Reality - Psycroptic

Waking in the morning, affected by your sleep

Your vision is blurred, you can’t feel your feet

Your body is cold, you dont feel quite right

You cannot what happened during the — night

You get off the floor- trying to stand, it is so hard

Your circulation, seems to have stopped, whats going on?

You feel your way- to wash your face- It takes forever

On the way you fall down, straight onto something wet

It smells like blood, a smell you can never forget

You stand up again- you’re nearly there

But you cannot see- or feel your legs

But you know you are close- living there all these years

But now you enter, the room you seek

Hoping that water will help you see

You stumble across the room

The effort has left you weak

You search blindly and finally turn the faucets on

Underneath you hold your hands

Then splash it on your face

Panic flows within- something’s not right

You can only see from one eye-

You think thats because theres just one

You turn around to find the mirror on the wall

The reflection makes you retch

«what the- fuck is

Going — on here?»

You scream

Then a memory from the night before

Makes you look down at the gun on the floor

Standing there with half a head

You wonder why you just didn’t stay dead