Pain. Allconsuming void. Paranoid. Wanna cry.
Sane? Tops are low. Colliding thoughts. Take me high.
Where do one start? Living, work or art?
Do I know the way, but wait too long?
Cause and effect makes no sense. Got no belief.
Forced to resign. One step behind, for relief.
Gone with the wind. My soul or my sins?
Don't know why I pay, or how to be strong.
If we are surrounded. Are we prepared
to surrender, or face despair
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