Confusion takes over my brain.
I'm feeling a little bit insane.
What is the purpose of life?
Why do we even fight?
A hand reaches out from the grave.
Pulling me in and saying don't be afraid.
Death has come to us all.
And no matter how hard you try,
you're going to fall.
Falling down beneath the walls.
In the cracks you will crawl.
Trying to get away from it all.
And still you lie covered in gloom and
hatred for the world.
You try to scream but no ones there.
You are in the final stages.
A sudden pain shoots through your veins as
everything becomes clear.
You're in a place you know not of.
You're in a place far above.
You're in a place were you feel no pain
and not everyone is the same,
and most of all you are in a place where
nothing of your  mortal life means anything.

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