Sleepwalker
It feels like I'm drowning
Like I'm being suffocated from within
I feel like I've turned on myself
And there's no end or help
The longer it lasts
The more out of touch I become
Crying, screaming even weaping
But none of the eases the agony
Awaiting conflict on the battlegrounds
But I'm the only solider now
Weather I win lose or draw
I'll haunt these grounds
Forever in my own ruination
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