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Fallen from his own mental trap

His dreams take him to awaken

Open your eyes but do not want

He was eventually forgotten

Degenerate, the victim of his own mind

He denied, and continue denying

A creature without love or compassion

A victim of society

Awoken from his hell, he turns to walk

He walks among those who use him

They are not people, are abstract

A black painting of pure evil

He is pulled back and lying

He smiles, as if dreaming

Your pleasure is to seed the mental torment

In the hearts of those who refuse to accept

His eyes, cold as ice harder

Impenetrable heart of steel

Disease that infects all

And nobody cares

But when he sleeps again, going back to loneliness

He is a human being, he needs love

He does not know what it is, and not even know

Why is the victim of your own mind ...