1. Farewelcome
Now for long I bid adieu
To the life of love and pain alike,
To all those, my family and friends,
To the one whom I’ll never forget,
And everyone I met, for real or in my head.
 
2. The Puppeteer
Once upon I used to smile, now carved upside down.
Demented, sordid thoughts fill my head
I’m home to the silent killer.
Bit by bit he feeds on my soul,
Parasitic puppeteer.
An incessant dementor’s kiss
Sucked away of all my bliss
Hidden in my scars, slaying me slow,
You're just dumb audience in the show,
Chained to his will, I've lost control,
No more than a slave to his wishes
And none will ever know.

3. Apathy
I stand alone, too wretched and weak to fight.
Watching my mind fade, rotting away piece by piece,
Nothing I can do, my chains are thick
Slow and sure I cease to exist.
Like maggots feeding on my brain
Feeding over my frail sanity until nothing remains.
So I put on a face to fool the rest,
As do you and you may detest
But such is life for you and me,
Trapped unguarded by the walls we build,
Never free.
 
4. Paranoia
Distorted thoughts, lined with self-made lies
Who can you trust? On whom you rely?
Paranoia becomes you.
In the walls which see and hear,
Secret prying strangers appear
Alone in that crowd you cry yourself to sleep,
Push them out or pull yourself away.
Till one day the tears dry up,
And you don’t feel a thing
Life becomes a perpetuated gloom,
You an impassive being.

5. The face
When it comes and when it strikes,
Surprise, surprise until you realize
Months and years have had gone by then,
Nothing will make you normal again.
So put on the mask and fake a smile
To people and let them think you’re fine.
Two faced hypocrite, like day and night
Twilight’s the blur, the end of portico.
The face beneath grins through the mask
Wrapped in agony, ending you slow.
 
6. Voices
Strange voices in my head,
You want to hear them too?
What if a hundred spoke together
And no one heard but you.
Try living with it each day
Let me tell you what they say,
You’re pathetic, worthless, waste of space,
Better soon you die and decay.
The voices speak inside my head,
All they want is to see me dead.

7. Freedom/The end
Broken by life,
Sick and tired of waking up each day,
In an endless loop of misery.
My mortal self could bear no more,
No more than a merciful end,
A merciful end for my tormented soul.
The path was gory, painful and slow
A road kill crushed by wheels of time
While another wallflower withered away,
With a masquerade to epiphany.
What’s that I hear? A banshee’s cry?
Do the angels sing my last lullaby?
Blinded by nostalgia, moving into the light
I welcome the one with the scythe,
Come, and set me free.
Though I killed the silent killer, the bounty was on me.
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