So calloused, and so naive
to fight off this temptation,
i feed on disorder and delusion,
confusion reigns,
As choices prey on me and drag me through hell
I'm swallowed by chaparral darkness,
I wasn't born for nothing,
Sacrilege.
Thoughts in chaos without a cover,
Insolent me.
Save me please, I'm begging,
I need a panacea for my disease,
I'm letting out whatever is inside.
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