Wednesday, 22 April 2009
02:09:23 AM (GMT)
It’s a battle that I don’t know if it can be fought.
I’m slowly losing my grip on my self control.
You sit there and mock me, knowing I’m slowly dieing right before you.
You know that I’m fighting an un-winnable war.
And I can’t fight for much longer, I might just slip.
I’ve already pushed away the people who loved me to keep them safe away from you.
So really I have nothing to live for.
But that’s what you want me to think isn’t it?
I wonder what would happen if I gave up and let it all go.
Would I go to that dark world I go to often that haunts my dreams?
Full of black deadly shadows and red skies?
Or would I stay on the battle field to be killed over and over?
No one can save me but me, but I’m not strong enough.
So as I fall asleep, and drift away into my own personal land of death.
Remember this I had no chance.
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