I built a garden Out of my own hands. Planted seeds, Watched them grow. And when they bloomed, I hacked them down. Because they were prettier Than you.
Some came in chains Unrepentant but tired. Too tired but to stumble. Thinking and hating were finished Thinking and fighting were finished Retreating and hoping were finished. Cures thus a long campaign, Making death easy.
Guess what I am so used to my nightmares Everytime I wake up from one I laugh at myself and go back to sleep Only to return to the evil place Back in my head But it's okay I am used to it now