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I asked you to define,
what in this world is mine.
You could not draw the line,
for it was to fine.

The monsters that I see,
they will not let me be.
That is my reality,
oh why cannot you see?

These morbid lies I live,
the truths to small to seive.
At least I know to give,
away my choice to relive.

I do not wish to stray,
from my life of vast decay.
For I know not to delay,
the monsters wish today.

Wether I want to heal,
is not part of this deal.
For I feel that it would steal,
the life of one who's real.

I wish to run and leave,
this life that they concieve.
Oh please, oh please believe,
the pain in which I greave.

For I know I am not lying,
each night I'm left just crying.
I waste away I'm dying,
tis not death that I'm defying.

Oh how I wish this pain to end,
for I fear it cannot mend.
Oh please, my dearest friend,
allow me to descend...