HE STARES BUT CAN'T FOCUS HIS VISION
THE PAIN CUTS LIKE AN INCISION,
DEEP DOWN WITH PRECISION
HE HAS ONE DECISION, WILL HE FOLOW?
REPRESS HIS FEELINGS, FILLED WITH ACHE YET SO HOLLOW
SORROW IS ETCHED INTO HIS FACE
WHAT HE WOULD'NT GIVE FOR A SINGLE EMBRACE
WITHOUT A TRACE, HIS EMOTIONS ARE DONE
A GAME HE PLAYS THAT CAN'T BE WON
WITH A GUN, HE PLANS TO END THE VISCIOUS PUN
ALL HE WANTS TO DO IS FLEE
LOOKS TO THE SKY AND SCREAMS, 'WHY ME? '
I CAN’T LOOK AT PHOTOGRAPHY,
MOMENTS OF THE PAST THAT IS NOT HE
WHAT HE CAN'T SEE, IS HOW HIS MINDS BENT
HOW CAN A MAN BECOME SO DEFIENT?
NO WORDS ESCAPE FROM THE HORROR SO SILENT
HIS THOUGHTS TURN PHYSICAL, A SCENE SO VIOLENT
HIS DEMONS EMERGE TRIUMPHANT
HANDS START TO SHAKE, PAINS DESENT
ONE BLAST SEALED HIS FATE, DEATH HITS LIKE A COLLISION
HIS REGRET COMES TO LATE, BLOOD SEEPS LIKE CORRISION
HE STARES BUT CAN'T FOCUS HIS VISION
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