It's done, this darkness is so fun, why are you doing this?
Reaching that fateful separation, anger like a loaded gun, collecting every regret under the ******* sun, and will erode your soul in the long run. False claims fill your veins, multiplying your pains. These sadistic pleasures are not real, they're just as hollow as they make you feel.

Desperately I troll for truths in the recesses of my mind but only wrongdoing do I find, realizing at the same time that I'm half blind.
Sparks fly, the air is thick and yet dry, acrid smoke, windows break, hateful streaks with manic heartbeats, aggression is high get in the plane it's time to fly. A smile... I admit this is true, hands shaking, yes I'm aware of what they do, am I a psychopath in the making?

You better figure out what to do, because the horrors weighing down on you have begun to bleed through.
Open your eyes as the world shrivels and dies. Reality justified by lies, but even as your falsehood will rise please can't you see, violence will never set you free. Escape bears no small fee because you knew it was without guarantee.
Brewed with hate life is bent, boiling you away until all decency is spent.

Invisible fingers pry and I don't know why, there's people asking me questions so I must lie. Horns howl and sirens wail, what kind of person will prevail?
Staring at the reinforced concrete wall, I realize the final chapter wasn't written after all.