The edge looms nearer
Beyond it the abyss of my soul
The final toll
Of my mind
Obscured visions nothing is clearer
Than the paranoia that plagues me
I am forced to see
To seek a final release
An existence of not caring
No emotion on my wearing
Hart which will blacken
If I’m to find peace.
The sacrifice of my soul
Or at least a part
That all is good
All is kind fades
Hope in despair
Nothing left to tear
Nothing left of me
Nothing but what you see
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