As fear sinks its claws deep into my skull,
I lose my grasp on reality.
I lose my grasp on reality and my ability to do what is right.
And as those claws grasp ever tightly, my humanity slips away.
Losing track of consciousness, I struggle
To imagine a life less perfect; a life worth living.
Do you see the darkness the way I can?
Can you see it for what it really is?
For what it really is, man was not meant to know
Therefore I am cursed with vision, cursed with knowledge. Cursed
To live and yet see what is beyond life.
And now, as my body runs dry,
there is no escape from fear and its ever-tightening grip.
Finally, this fear turns to hatred.
To blind, unreasonable hatred, spawned
Without cause, to bear and bind pain to the holder.
And with this bound pain, there is but one effect.
But one solution-
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