Something tells me I'm not the one that you've been fighting for.
I've just been dressed as a sheep to keep the wolves at the door.
It's time to capture the throne and bring the god to its knees.
Only providing the host with parasitic disease.
Torn to shreds.
I'll never look you in the eye again.
Out for blood and overcome with decay.
Your heart says 'repel' but you can't stay away.
A ghost of a 'victim' who's crawling with judgement.
A soul made of weakness so foul and repugnant.
Increasingly abhorrent to the ones that you reach.
Chiefly the subject your mind says to keep.
A cynic whose outlook is strictly defeatist.
An aura of gloom radiating with weakness.
Read these words carefully.
Maintain your focus.
This just might pertain to you.
Have you noticed that all of your regret has led to this moment?
Do with this chance what you do with all else and just blow it.
You're dead to me.
Today's sun will never resurface.
You're dead to me.
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