why must everyone question
the things that I do

why must they ask me
things that I don't know

I want to live
I want to be free

but I feel like I'm trapped
trapped inside of me

I'm stuck in my head
and it seems there's no way out

I'm lost in the dark
I scream and I shout

it seems that I cannot see
and I cannot feel

I fear the light that I search for
isn't at all real

I want to have feelings
I want salvation from my sins

but a small smile crosses my lips
and I realize its happening again

I hear the fighting
and of it I want to be free

I wait for the night
and I pretend to sleep

when all is quiet
I put on my mask

I take my blade
and I begin my task

it feels as though
there's no way out

so I go with my instincts
and I laugh as they scream and they shout

my clothes are stained
and my hands are red

but they all look so peaceful
lying in their beds

their faces are stained
their eyes wide with fear

but to me...
they all look so dear

in my head
I can still hear them scream

I want it to stop
I want to find peace

again I take my blade
and in my throat I feel a pain

I look down and I watch
as my life slowly drains

too late I realize
what I have done and I yell

too great are my sins
now I will die and burn in hell

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