In front of me is a switch.
If I pull it all sanity is lost,
All hope of normal gone.
To pull it is to set fire,
To burn it all.
A choice that will not be forgotten,
Nor forgiven.
Do I pull it?
Do I pull it because insanity calls my name,
Or because I want to watch the world burn.
The switch smiles at me and begs for my attention,
I know its power,
I know that my actions have consequences.
The outcome could be devastating,
A chain reaction that would change everything.
To pull the switch is to end the game,
But rules are meant to be broken,
And switches are built to be pulled.