I'm not a healthy person,
Living in this wasteland.
Picture a prison, with your heart
Caged inside...

Breathe in what's dead,
what's depressing...
Cold blooded faces smirking at me,
Poison kisses chanting away my sanity...
I'm behind solid bars.

A desperate desire...
To ever feel the scent of
what's laid outside of my world
Again.
Distraught by the screams and cries of my hope,
as it sank down into the darkness.
It's so hard to help myself
not to break down in this place...

I was already dead within.
My soul...
Left here singing.

Choose to repent.

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