No escape from this fate.
I just feel too much pain.
Is it temptation in the form of a game?
Or is it cruelty like bloody rain..?
I feel like thorns go through my neck,
I feel death is here to come.
I see the moon hanging between trees,
As if I'm falling into mud...
Don't be blind to see me,
I crave my soul to fade.
You're the only one to save me...
To give me life instead of senseless being I have made.
Am I Still Alive..?
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