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I try to race against the clock just to get by.
I try to fight the lunatic in me by singing it to sleep.
But I am no magic Blacksmith I do not tented to creation fixations.
I do not bleed the pain of no untouched handcraft.
I do not wake in middle of sleep, sweat clinging to all of me.

Dazed and a little confused.
No ideas or clues to what was the cause of this depression.
Why the Depression Effect devoured my happiness.
Why I was turned into the person I am.
It just has always been this way.
This is the way it will always stay.

I wake up with cold sweat clinging to every part of me.
I wake up with, no idea or a clue to what is luring me to my own demise.
My motives are more questionable then ever.
Even the controller is becoming the puppet to this dirty life.
Micromanaging my every ounce of being.
I dont understand what I'm seeing.
Becaouse I'm not

Blurting out all that I'm thinking.
I destroy the people and they keep leaving.
I yell out secret messages to the crowed surrounding me.
But my words get twisted into a cry of ignorance and carelessness.
I cant continue human interaction for much longer.
The angry mob is growing with hunger.
Seeking too kill the very cause of displeasurement.

Where they falter is to hearing.
They are only seeing.
With muted breathing.
They start believing that what they are seeing
is what i am pleading.
In true disbelieving they start to kill me.
They do not understand me.
I am trying to be them.

But I cannot see them...