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Tortured by his own mind,

Weak little human that he is.

He cannot free himself

From this life full of lies.

Happiness, joy, peace of mind...

Bitter deceit of this world

In his eyes,

In his dreams,

All hope is gone.

Woeful.

No-one can save him from his demise.

He cannot go deeper,

Into the darkness of his soul.

Embracing the reaper

Will finally free this fool.

A dark room, no light to save him.

An empty mind, A dying soul.

The sweet release, coming to get him.

Slice open and drink until he's asleep,

The sweet release...

The sweet release...

The sweet release...

Of Death.