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I pour it out and it comes back in a new form, my blood runs cold and my blood runs warm.This apprehension of life, the struggles and strife, I try bleeding it out without using a knife.Bit by bit I lose who I am to become what I despise the most, I feel like a hollow shell or a wandering ghost.I watch as things change and cease to exist, no longer remembering my name, only darkness and pain.Looking into the mirror I don't see my face, so I begin to question what's left for me in this place.Darkness closes in and begins to consume me, when will my soul finally be free.Shattering every illusion I encounter seem an unworthy purpose in the eyes of many, where is the compassion if anyone has any.I feel the cold breath of Death and his minions in the back of my mind, getting closer and closer I think it's my time.