Will Graham

The voices in my head are calling,

Secrets are slowly being revealed,

The moose guiding me into the darkness,

Following the trail to the unknown.

I don’t know which version I’ll get next.

Maybe it’s the man who took me in, Maybe it’s the man with a sinister smile, Maybe it’s the man who has stained hands.

Oh, I can never escape.

But once your darkness intrigued me,

And now it has a hold of me.

It’s clear I finally see what you were always meant to be,

You were whispering lies in my ear,

You were making me kill,

You were trying to make our reflection align.

I don’t know which version I’ll get next.

Maybe it’s the man who took me in, Maybe it’s the man with a sinister smile, Maybe it’s the man who has stained hands.

Oh, I can never escape.

Now my mind is peaceful, because of the possession you have over me,

The blood reaches every corner,

The Wedingo calls echoes,

The skeletons hang on my walls like paintings,

Your name is written in blood, stained like a tattoo,

I was always your obedient patient,

Your eyes no longer distract me,

What was once mine is now ours.

Our victims displayed like prizes.

I understand. We are the same.

This is our design.