Scatterbrain

This isn't what I wanted.

I didn't do this.

It flows red.

This isn't what I wanted.

It wasn't my fault, anyways.

It pools up, deep where you are numb.

This isn't what I wanted.

He came after me.

It's like it's not even there.

This isn't what I wanted.

This was my only option.

Until the trigger.

My trigger.

My trigger.

It's come back to me now.

The voices.

Echoing in my head.

It's come from one place.

The deceit, and lies.

The fear, and suffering.

It all gathers in one place.

The Backrooms.

The Backrooms.

Why shan't it end here too?