by Anton Pantoya   Jun 15, 2018

I’m running as fast as I can
Away from this hell
Well where can I go?
I’ve lost my soul and this is how deep I fell...

Did I create this nightmare?
A life of desolation and melancholy
Which I’ve always feared

Nowhere to go and nowhere to hide
As my vision goes pitch black...
Ego has left my body vulnerable to an attack
As dark forces grow,
All there’s left is demons inside...


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