Why do I get out of bed, just to live in a sequence of dread?
Throughout the day, a severe amount of blood is shed.
The monsters I battle, tear me to shreds.
I've slain thousands as they covered me in red.

There's no end to these monsters in my head.
It's impossible to count the times bled.
I promise, I've taken my meds.
It won't stop till they're all dead.

They make everything overwhelming.
I'm always, constantly pretending.
I honestly don't care anymore.
This was also my decision from before.

I've lost my desires.
I damaged my senses.
I cancelled my priors.
My sense of self condenses.

Why do I get out of bed, just to live in a sequence of dread?
Throughout the day, a severe amount of blood is shed.
The monsters I battle, tear me to shreds.
I've slain thousands as they covered me in red.

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