here i sit upon my chair
i sit and i think nothings is there
and then i blink its as thin as a hair
then it grows it fills air.
i stop and i breath its everywhere
. its in the attick down the stair
i search my mind but what is there.
i think and i drink. nothings there
my mind wanders now its everywhere
its driving me mad. i start to scare
i sit and i blink theres nothing there.
i stop and i scream. nothings fair.
its invading my head its everywhere.
i cannot breath its in the air
i never really used to care
it was almost nothing thin as a hair
almost as if nothing was there
but now i question if i dare
has it grown to whatever is there
in my sight my waking nightmare
something thats nothing. nothings there
then why is it i start to scare.
its in front of me. its starts to stare
right back at me from under there
under the mask i always wear.
to hide the something thats nothing there
so i sit here in my chair
fearing to think not daring to stare
and the insanity i share
its everywhere
but... nothings there.