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A plague of the mind

Phantom glares

The night is young

Can’t escape this hell

I can’t walk

I can’t crawl

I mean nothing

I am nothing

Unable to move

Shadows with disfigured faces

Limbs thrash

A cadaverous shriek

A blight on the soul

Spirits swarm

Apparition dissolves

The visions are dead

A life filled with regrets

An awful burden for such a weak soul

I can’t move

It’s all just in our heads

Even if this sorrow overwhelms

I must move

Slash at their flesh, rip off their limbs, crush all their bones

This world is not real

Burn off their skin, slice through their skulls, harvest their souls

This world is not real