Withstanding pain filters everything.It makes me feel depraved sickening.

To soak the limits that our lives have bleed...lives...have bleed.

Most times I feed off my inside fiend. theres no truth in this life anyway...theres...no truth.

Things i feel, standing at the gate:confusion from the contradiction, so much sorrow dancing in shadow, only silence when i look into the sky.

Agitate the motion of sacrifice-pissed off i ask the reasons for life. slowly im shown no answers to find.peace for myself,the will to stop,searching for love,obsession is mine.

Things I feel standing at the gate:confusion from the contradiction, so much sorrow dancing in shadow, only silence when i look into the sky.

In silence, death, and sorrow...

Freedom inside to win over the mind of puzzle.

Searching inside to see there wasnt a savior here.

Moments seem pointless showing, the walls and all the falling, no peace or answers for me here.The monsters never show me, a comfort cant sink in me, because of pain
theres sacrifice.

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