This dream I’ve lived a thousand times,
Thoughts feel as though they're crimes.
Demons of the past trapped within my head,
Perhaps I am better off dead.

Seems to be no escape from this prison,
Though the window has a nice view.
Constructed within my tormented vision,
Maybe I can find the key to get through.

The only reason I don’t **** myself,
Is the will to live forever.
The disease will be one day be dispelled,
I will be my own successor.

Originally posted: http://melancholy.website/post/118738352540/escape-revised