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Once I am done talking
I'll walk up to the bedroom
hide inside the covers
And wonder what I've become

I have repressed memories
of a little orange human
telling me to save them
but aren't i doing that

I dislike the noises
of little children crying
the thoughts they keep surrounding me
i want to end them now

But there is no way out
What do i do know


The taste of blood is salty
But sweet at the same time
It makes me smile in agony
And scream until i just pass out

I know this is the right thing 
But something tells me it's not
Just like orange human said
I'm making my own grave

The same little mistakes
They keep me awake
They whisper in my ears
And make me suffocate in greif

Wake up in some weird place
There's blood on my hands
Blood on my mouth 
And blood on the ground

I woke up in a small town
And everyone is dead here
Did I do the right thing?
Or did i screw everything up

This is all my fault
After all I deserve this
I became the thing 
That i swore to destroy

Nothing hurts anymore