The End.

“The End”

Screaming, shrieking my ears are bleeding

You treat me like I'm not here

So that must be how I appear

Deaf to all your vicious lies

Here I'm bleeding from your cries

Deep I'm hiding

Ties are binding

Holding me to this pain

Keeping grips Hells too tight

I find with every dying scream I lose the will to fight

The will to wail the will to scream

The will to finally end this dream....

As the voices blend...

The ending screams...

The End

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