Purge my emotions out
Of this four-chambered vessel
Hold fast to this foolishness
That has been fostered by an illusion
Wake up from this I must
This could be nothing more than
A mere figment of my imagination
A dream that conjured up in my mind
And took form in my twisted reality
Self-preservation is mine to achieve
I only have myself to swear by
To be betrayed by one is like
Being fed with lies by the world itself
Hitherto I myself am deceived
By my very own consciousness
I am left with no other choice
But to murder the voice inside
Giving way to a truer embodiment
Not that the populace would notice
Not that the cosmos would give a damn
You did not see me before
So how and why would you see me now?
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