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[Lunatic Cake 1,618]

I can't tell whether it is a problem or not,

But I know it brings trouble a lot.

Pain it does not bring for anyone,

It feeds from me until I'm gone.

 

Eaten alive I will probably get,

By this monster of my mind.

If it continues, you can bet,

I can no longer be this kind.

 

Nothing but darkness can be seen,

With methods to light up this place

You won't believe, I am keen,

However I still end up in disgrace.

 

This monster inside of me,

It just will not let me be,

There is no time for me to waste,

I must really consider to haste.

 

A friend to talk to is what I require,

Get rid of this loneliness is what I desire.

But this sweet pain won't let go of me,

A misarable fool is what you see.

 

Thus ends my life, hesitation I have none,

The one you knew, forever gone,

Bear with this burden, bear with this grief,

My pain is yours, I received relief.

Edited November 26, 2013 by ~Sadistic Lunatic~