Time is an aniouxs feeling.
Always moving to slow or to fast.
pondering your next move, time ticks away.
Im my head the pain is killing what bravery i had left.
The doors are sealed and i want you gone... out of my head.
Death is only one part you've planned for me.
I guess i have no choices left.
So here i am crying crimson seas.
Shadows haunting my eyes.
I don't hurt and i don't want death.
But what do you care.
I'm all you have left.
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