When I look out of my single pane windows I see the war deciet and failure of everyone around me Should I leave my house and be a failure like them? Or stay behind and rot inside myself Let the truth be known We are all alone The ones that are by your side Have long since died Bones burning in the napalm Help is never around the corner Screams are just echo's in the dark Stalkers win all the time Brutal death is all you'll find Pilfored for your money and belongings Nothing remains as it has before Just somebody else's whore Let the truth be known I have never loved you as I had said This was just another illusion in your head Fucken brain dead Nothing but a corpse to me But that's just the truth of reality
Reason for writing:
What can I say sometimes you just hate life
Birth sign: Aries
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