Lost in the translation of these whispers

Spinning around in my head in a vicious circle

It's all I hear it's all I see

Telling me everyone is my enemy

Dissolving the passion that runs through my veins

With every passing hour my identity divides and regroups

Thoughts carry through distressed trails

Diffusing into a doleful calm

I sense the hatred has finally consumed me

Drifting in the still smoke that clouds this dim lit room

A thick film that coats these dirty lenses

Shaping an atmosphere of discontentment and spite

Through the fog a distant shadow awaits

Foretelling the harrowing winds to come

Lost in the translation of these whispers

Spinning around in my head in a vicious circle

It’s all I hear it’s all I see