In the castle I lay,
Looking out to the green bay.
My first mistake was trusting him.
Treating his worlds like a hymn.
My second mistake was thinking I could get away.
He was the hunter.
And I was the prey.
I was the fox and he was the hound.
Mr. Fear wanted to bury me underground.
My open wounds refused to heal.
But pride would never let me kneel.
I told myself "The monsters are dead."
"But are they really." He said.
"Open your eyes."
"Can't you see they're using the dark as a disguise."
I can't find my mind.
It's run off to hide.
I can't find my soul.
I guess its because it's no longer whole.
All I have is my body.
But it's tortured and bloody.
Nothing but an empty shell.
And then I knew this was worse then hell.
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