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Sitting in the room,
Just staring at the clock.
Waiting for the time to end,
My desire to be free.
Observing creatures called humans,
Doubting their version of reality.
Nothing makes sense,
Life isn’t beautiful,
It’s all in your mind.
Nothing can make me understand the nature of humans.
All those emotions, I can’t control them all.
I’ve befriended a fallen angel.
An outcast just like me.
We got this life,
and landed in hell.
We made a deal with the devil.
We traded our sanity for a comprehensible mind.
The greatest memory or the saddest experience?
Or maybe the stupidest decision?
It’s too late now.
The canvas I painted my life on
My tears washed the colour away,
And the emptiness ruined the art.
At least I got to see the darkest lie
my delusion had to offer.
My aesthetic soul,
And my insane delusions.
*All in one and shall be the end of me.
insanity death angel darkness hell world reality lies delusion time
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