Psychosis not other wised specified, on living in a reality that does not exist

Waiting in the dark to be consumed.

Fading of the light has come too soon.

Slipping away into the shade,

praying to God that I'll be saved.

Alone in the dark, calling out his name.

No answer is coming, so unto another a call being made.

An asking, no, begging, for an end to the pain.

Walk into the black, walk into The Dark.

Walk into the room filled with broken hearts.

Life with these "people" is like living in a dream,

a dream that never ends, and so gloomy it seems.

Some of "them" are short, some rather tall.

Yet seeing "them" is really seeing nothing at all.

Never asking for help when i need it the most.

A monster deep inside to which I am the host.

Inside The Dark I'm now evolving.

Around me The Light no longer revolving

Alone in The Dark, already so lost.

Found a quiet place to lose what i have left;

And there I left behind all that I am.

Waking, eyes open, pain in my head, pain in my chest.

The scene becomes clear, and the sadness sets in.

I know where I am, and I'd rather be dead...

than ever, ever, come here again.

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