Its funny because the feelings,
I’ve managed to disguise,
Have become so lost,
That they’re impossible to describe.
Has my paranoia,
Worked so well,
That even now,
You can’t tell?
Blind to the darkness,
Brooding in my soul,
You seem unwilling,
To help make me whole.
All you care about is your life,
Now wanting to see my strife,
Blindly watching me go insane,
Watching my body as it disconnects from my brain.
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