When I wake up
Spiral of insanity
like a thousand magnets losing their hold
Internal fracturing of mind and soul has commenced
There’s no turning back
Nothing left to say, nothing left to think
Everything is equally meaningless
My life is the living death
My only true love is blood
Let everyone see this
For if you read my scars, you read my soul
I can remember when things were normal
But it’s so faint now
Only a memory of the memories
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I know what you mean, kinda. So I try to go back to sleep, but sleep isn’t forever