When anger and depression fuse together,
They give birth to madness. Loathing emotions
Born out of the pits of darkness holds an
Emptiness and void that can never find
Madness thinks of death, madness is in harmony
With stillness. It feels pain, lives in blackness,
Hopes for nothing; survives as an opponent to
Its name is madness; a spawn created of
Anger and depressions fusion.
I hear music floating in the trees. I see
Magic in the clouds. I can almost see
Tomorrow. I want the pain to end…
I am death walking.
I pretend to be at peace, to protect
And comfort others. I worry about the
Ones I leave behind. I want the pain to
End… I am death walking.
I have touched the face of an angel.
Though I cry for those, I love. I am at
Peace. I want the pain to end… I am
I understand the Will of God. I know
In truth lies freedom. I dream of my
Celestial home and I smile. I want the
Pain to end… I am death walking.
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