A year into a day

Volume Two

Days seem to pass like years

struggling to see past the tears

my mind full of dellusions

my life full of Illusions

confusion following my every step

pain taking my every breath

Years gone my, and I still feel the same

years of playing this fucked up game

still haunted by the dreams

never ending it seems

Tired of fighting

Tired of hiding

Even when you hit bottom you can sink

digging yourself further to the brink

When the misery becomes all you can see

when your mind escapes reality

I bleed, I need

I cry, I die

Just like everyone else

everything seems to be fading away

dieing off to a plauge

bent on suffering, misery and decay

No longer beautiful

No longer colorful

just empty and grey

a year into a Day

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