While I sat in a vicious web of lies,
I could feel the cold-hearted anger
Of the mindless demons going by,
Hissing and staring, willing to linger.

The coldness chased me onto the street;
I screamed, releasing unknown sadness,
As my dark fading shadow I did meet.
My final demise would be my happiness.

As I kept running, I heard the voices,
Whispers and screams piercing the night.
Why do I keep choosing these choices?
If only I could turn back time, I might.

Soon filled with regret and new sorrow,
Some happiness I might need to borrow.
 
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