Voices from within my head,
Let me know that I am not yet dead.
I'm stolen by the grip of insanity, I lie on the brink of certain
demise.
Hoping to come back, hoping someone will hear my cries.
I've escaped reality, left in my dreams,
Because I cannot take anymore schemes.
Floating on rain clouds that rain down my tears.
Letting go of everything, hoping to forget their sneers.
Smiles are forgotten,
Because everyone lies in the ground, rotten.
I hold the blade that killed you all,
Knowing that someday you would fall.
 
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