Have you heard? Im Just a sorry sack of metaphors, Im sorry for what I said before. I just cant seem to conquer these chemicals.   I'd like to think that this over but baby you know behind that door. Lives that shifting spectere that haunts this corridor   Shackles adorn my feet(leave me) restricting me in this dim light. leave me i dont want you seeing me way.   I pace this hallway like I died in it, its a complication from the transformation. I just cant seem to manuever when the moon paints the night.