Reality is lost
© Chenoa ©
Font = Merlin

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In the beginning of the end
A needle mainline's the drug
Soaring high above the earth
Can't get enough of the rush
Reality is lost

Eyes staring, people whispering
Is it all in my mind
Paranoia has taken over
My once clear thoughts shattered
By confusion

Fear and anger
Try to destroy these powerful delusions
So I can be free again
But the voices in my head won't stop

No control of the demons paralysing
My mind
One way to end it
Disturbing thoughts plotting my death
A way out is found

Twisting faces, laughing, teasing
The demons have won
Too late to fight it
Need to be free

I take a knife
Plunging, twisting, turning
Blood is shed
I am free

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