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Escaping this place,
running from my darkness,
In my mind but theres no place to hide,
will bring me horrible nightmares,

as i watch myself die,
and people laugh at me,
the tears swelling in my eyes
their killing me,

they don't know they are,
but it doesn't matter now,
its to late,
to piece me back together,

my outer appearance looks fine,
but my insides are torn,
a molten mess,
even my heart is blackened and dead,

running and running,
from my own insanity,
knowing that in the end,
They will overcome me,

my souls wings,
will be like their clipped,
so I will never fly,
Trapped

the metal hands,
will grab me,
and never fall out of its grasp,

stuck in this cold,
white room'
pure insanity...