Stigmata

The holes in my palms are
Just like a miniature stigmata
Stigmata
As the colour drains from my fingers
I’m reminded of the fear
The fear

It feels like
Feels like
We’re falling in the dark
Falling in the dark

Can you see through my best behavior?
Can you see I’m ill from fear
Of failure?

It feels like
Feels like
We’re falling in the dark
Falling in the dark

I can feel the sickness
Taking over my senses
I’ll give in to darkness
In hopes I can forget

It feels like we’re falling in the dark