Branded-it's hard to breatheYou wear the mark so you can't
One gentle shallow breathLike dagger stabed into somethingI claimed to
Reclined among the lifelessNow your ownYears merge the oblivionGuarding the
With no escape, I drift, lostYet I recognize this placePlace
I wake up in the bloodbathMy body marked with scarsThe
Thock layer of lunacyRiveted to my conciousnessStained my judgement paralyzedMy
Payback dayI trade this soulFor sweet revengeMy tormentor- infected with
This is the last tryTo break through thisEmpty shallow me,
I rise from the painTortured by lunacyCold, numb, unaware of
The clock is tickingPersistent threatening soundThe dead are screamingNew age
It seems like I welcomeSuch a horrible emptinessAs a hope
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