It's the blood, in your veins
it's the voice that keeps you sane
It's the eye, watching over you
It's the fear, seeping into you
I can feel it, draining me dry.
i can feel myself under the watchful eye.
Life is a question
Death isn't the answer
I'm falling faster into this pit
Suffering for my selfish ways
I'll be imprisoned for the rest of my days
Trapped in a cell with no end in sight
Reaper grab my hand show me the light
Do I really have a purpose?
At least I know I'm worthless.
One step closer to the end
Breaking my back for my right to defend
My honour, my pride, my will to survive
The question is, will I make it out alive?
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