We Come For You

Jumpsuit

He was asleep, it's time to wake up

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My foggy mind is still fuzzy. Yet it tells me it's time to wake up. No one could save my heavydirtysoul, it's been hard for me, but I can do it. I know he is there, in that car. I see that the flames have not yet reached the entire vehicle. I take the opportunity to check that he's in the trunk. He's there, they're there. I put on this coat hoping it will protect me. I know it can protect me, I know they can save me.

I see these images of myself and the words echo in my head. It's time to wake up. It's time for me to wake up. I open my eyes and see that I am in some kind of ravine. I don't know what I'm doing here but the important thing is to get up. My muscles are sore, so it's complicated but I still manage to get up. It's on my shoulders, it should protect me. I hope that the yellow bands will be enough. I observe the landscape around me. I don't know, everything is new. I feel the pressure. I hate this pressure, everything is new to me and I hate it. I hope this will be enough to protect me.

I can feel him coming. Dressed entirely in red, his face seems blurred behind that veil but I know he inspires nothing but emptiness. His white horse goes faster than me. His breath is cold as death but I don't want to die. I walk, with no real purpose, without really knowing where I am going. I am alone, lost.

He is not the only one who wants to have me, I see them now, they are numerous. I know he can't see them, the way they come, dressed in yellow, looks like a sunrise. They are standing, unlike me, their gait is not hesitant. They know what is waiting for me, they are there for me. They are there to warn me. They do not move. Did they hear my call? My mind reminds me how much I hate this pressure. It's telling me to ask for help but the words are barely coming out of my mouth. I see that Keons is looking away, toward the rock walls. Will he give up? No, he never gives up. The words become clearer and clearer. Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me. I see them all around me, they are there. But they are too far away to hear me. They can't hear me. My head spins, the echo echoes in my skull, making me lose my balance.

I get up, I have to go back. I can't tell them apart, they've always been there. I wish everything was easier. I don't know which of these spirits will help me, I don't know which will harm me. Spirits in my room, friend or foe?
He can help me, they can help me. I have to go back, if they have seen me, they know I want to go back.
He runs towards me, I can see his scavenger look hiding behind the veil.

I see them again, those damned walls. I don't want to go back there. They are there staring at me. They are nine but I am not alone in front of them. The grey walls of this dark church will not protect me. They will destroy me. He's getting closer, I can feel him as I feel the pressure. Keons is here.

I close my eyes and hope it works. I whisper it, almost imperceptibly. Cover me. I feel him approaching, he knows I am there, he senses my weaknesses. I don't move and he gets closer. He is close now, too close. I feel his hands against my throat, he wants to stop me from singing. This scavenger wants to make me a vulture without will. His trace is on me, he absorbs my self-confidence. He makes me what I should not be, he gives me back my name. I am Blurryface. I am in a kind of trance, he guides me and I follow him. The pressure is too strong. My legs are no longer guided by my mind, he does what he wants with me. Yet a part of my mind resists. The words barely escape my lips but that means I am not resigned. My mind knows what needs to be done to destroy me, it knows I'm not going to give up so easily.

I'll be right there
But you'll have to grab my throat
And lift me in the air
If you need anyone
I'll stop my plans

But you'll have to tie me down
And then break both my hands

My eyes are drawn to a spot of color contrasting with the gray that surrounds me. It is a
a bunch of yellow gerberas. Obviously, he couldn't see them, he only sees misfortune. A spark ignites in my mind. They are not there for nothing. I look up to the edge of the cliff, they are still there, waiting for me. I know they want to help me. Hope returns, I know what it means, they also bring joy but I fail to receive it. I stand still and he feels that something is wrong. He stops but does not see them, they are protected, they know how to deceive him. I see that they throw something, something light which starts to fly around me. They are flower petals. Yellow. His horse starts to shake, almost throwing him off. It has the effect of snapping me out of my trance, I can get out of it, I must not sink. I turn around and start running as fast as I can. I shout, because I know they are there, I know they can help me. Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me. I ignore the pain in my muscles. It follows me, it doesn't want to let me escape it. I hold on, I don't want him to catch me. But I am too weak, I stumble and fall. I sink.

He can catch it. The flower on his chest can be enough, I'm still on top of that cliff watching him. Watching over him. The others have turned back but I can't afford to do the same, he needs me, he asked for help. His spirit is stronger, he has enough to cover it. He won't give up. I won't give up.