If guilt is a symptom let the ailment befall me
I'm lost without a cause, because my conscience has recalled me
Been through it all, my mind converses with me proudly
Psychotic thoughts I monologue ever so loudly
Listen to my pain, my fears have been released
I watch them die in hell on earth 1 by 1 they all ceased
Killing for the riches & killing for the greed
I'll stand over them as each memory silently bleeds
Your grass may be greener but my grass is black
I've learned to look forward and never look back
What good will it do me if my brain holds all this trauma
This insomnia inducing runaround reproduction of drama
Forget the past
The life I had
I'm beyond mad
Screw being sad
I have no tears
There's no pain here
But I'm in denial
This must be my trial
I fear myself and I fear my life
What it has taught me is struggle and strife
What good will I be if I've never been
Too bad self execution is such a sin....
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