The Gloom That Is His World

In this haunted shell is his taunted self.

He falls into another brothers life
A twin built by shaded lies
repressed deep down inside
Brings forth all he denies.

Oh the sickness, a gnawing fever in his soul
And the darkness that feeds his fear is in control.

In this broken shell, brooding endless hell.

What once was is there no more
Wiped clean what was before
But still some self remains therein
All withered up and dried.

In shadows wake
Then darkness face
The gloom that is his world
In shadows tread
Poor living dead
The gloom that is his world.

Oh the sickness, a gnawing fever in his soul
And the darkness that feeds his fear is in control.

Oh the sickness is a foul injection in his soul
And the darkness that feeds his fear is in control.

Now the mirrors face is not what he is used to see
He has chained his self inside himself
The gloom filled world is all that's left inside.