I cranked up the music so I wouldn't hear I shut my eyes so I wouldn't see I gripped the knife so I wouldn't fear I dreamt up a world so I would be The fake noise clouding my mind Swirling about like a chaotic mist Shrouding me so you wouldn't find The jagged chains hanging from my wrists I stood before the grim reaper He pointed his long bony finger Unworthy! was all he said I gripped the knife tighter and I bled I stood before my reflection Awaiting for my own condemnation Traitor! was all I said I embraced oblivion and I no longer bledBirth sign: Leo
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