Jenga Fever from Modern Frenetics by Black Matter Device

Hours past sunset, I hear an ominous sound, I pay no mind and now I'm filled with regret.

Now I hear it.

Please don't take me.
I have nothing.
Please don't take me.

I don't need to go away.

I cannot find my fucking way,
out of this cavernous decay.

My eyes open,
I can feel the rays,
The glow is scarring deep inside me.
They surround me,
Sentient beings from another planet,
"Oh my god, is this really happening?"
Is this real or am I still asleep?

They are drawing closer,
But I can see behind the curtain.
Out the window is all we know,
A distant memory now.

• False Grind
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