Saturnine

In sepia tone I rush through these closed doors

Botching every attempt I make to keep wheezing

Time gnawing at my ankles through the sinew

With frantic eyes I pose a turbulent threat

All at once you're spreading disease

Infecting everyone that comes in contact

I was sleeping before any of this even happened

The ebb and flow has pasteurized this blood of mine

Panic rushes through sentient thoughts of fight or flee

I can offer no aid but the hand that strangled me

My eyes lead me to possible escape

Intercepted by a figure with a mirror head engaged

Opening his mouth I came to hear him speak

I see you have had an encounter with- It's tearing me to pieces

Keep it togeth- The pressure is crushing me

Don't stop breathing- Nerve endings are screaming

There's no antidote for this ailment

No end to potential perpetual chaos

Your world of black and white has never seemed so small

No end to potential perpetual chaos

Quickly now we haven't time for utter mundane thought process