Selection Is Half The Fatality Of Life

As I sleep inside I die, a million times behind my eyes, nightmares that could never be real, images drawn with fevered hands, the darkness of night seals my sin, trapped by my own mind within, lies deceived by my own twisted insanity, an insanity fueled by burning razor blades slicing across my wrists, freeing that inside which longs to be free, letting the destiny of life release me….

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