Void
By: Mosaic
Your high became a downfall, The thrill is now a migraine,
Your hiding underground because above became too strange,
You start to look within, to find a mental cage,
You pause for a second as insanity turns to rage,
Your life holds no purpose, to which you seem to let it,
Your mind transforms into a paranoid schizophrenic,
You fear to loose control, reminiscing through the hectic,
You live to be a puppet in a world that’s anorexic,
You're following a trend, insightful of the end,
You’re shot down from the one that’s called a friend,
I stand to pretend, that I simply do not comprehend,
The struggles between death and the one that makes amends.
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