A dead nightmare arose from the grave your evil heart buried me in. The loaded chamber held the round that gave you assurance that you'd win. Looking past the smoky mirror I tried to see what you were underneath. Terrified with the knowing of how empty you are while holding no belief. I have felt enough pain to never believe I am wanted or desired. I can't pick myself up off the floor or do anything cause I'm tired.
A walk in madness amongst the damned and depraved...
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