Its dark
So dark
I think
I may be blind
Its cold
So cold
A feeling that's
Ceased time
Am I slipping away?
The world is ending
So the game begins
I will make it to the top
I will be the one to win
..........................
Yes this is joy
Everything and everyone
Are my toys
But I cant help but regret
Im not the only one left....
The red fluid flows
Like rivers and streams
Yes The world is ending
yes, the game has begun
No, I don't want this...please...stop
no, this is not sadism
This is unrelenting joy
but an annoying voice in
the back of my head asks me
Ive slipped, haven't I ?...
I now stand above
High and alone
a bloody pile of bodies
Serves as my throne
Shining eyes
I smile
Filled with unrelenting glee
I'm sure now
Yes absolutely sure
The madness has taken over me
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