Darkness grew with each night,
Things blurred before the sight.

Woes and cries of pain appeared,
Darkness grew and nightmares seared...

With each breath i suffocated,
In the fleeting madness i feel devastated.

This awful disguise is losing its touch,
Need something more to fool this bunch...

The only choice left is to run,
Im losing my sanity its causing burns...

But where to run from oneself?
Should i accept this broken self...?