Can’t sleep
Laid awake remembered that day
The moon, wonder if life will run better
Crushed on that single night
Search helplessly for answers
Why I did it
It is staring at my face
Quit wasting time
Painless ecstasy
Blood smells bad and lips cracked
No more soulless body
Lost in this wilderness of filth
Remind me of what I become
Stare at filth created from above
Dreams were high
Turned out acting is not my stage
Gone those innocent youthful days
In comes the adult strategist
Tempt
Crush
Rule
No mental peace
Stand up, stand up to shame
Shoot guilt
Shoot numb
Red the white sheets go
Die of a slow death
Dog will not sniff fatal corpse
Bleach the red sheets my child
Next is coming
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