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My psyche’s snapped, from wounds too deep to dress and wrap

I’ve lost my mind to abuse



This war-torn mind is vacant

No one will get inside, no one, I do not mind

There are no more ways to hurt me

No one will ever find me in this pitch-black empty room

All hail our lord and savior solitude



My memories keep on fading as dementia wipes out my life



This war-torn mind is vacant

No one will get inside, no one, I do not mind

There are no more ways to hurt me

No one will ever find me in this pitch-black empty room

All hail our lord and savior solitude



A silent, unseen metamorphosis; I am not who they think I am

This shell is cold, an empty husk free from the illusions of pain and joy

There’s pitch-black in me



This war-torn mind is vacant

There are no more ways to hurt me

No one will ever find me

All hail our lord and savior solitude



This war-torn mind is vacant

No one will get inside, no one, I do not mind

There are no more ways to hurt me

No one will ever find me in this pitch-black empty room

All hail our lord and savior solitude