The darkness is thick and suffocating. There's not a single good thought left in my mind. I'm feeling hollow and there's nobody kind enough to fill the void.
My shattered heart stopped beating the second it hit the floor. I'm not alive so I exist. I'm not in the mood so I pretend. The pink clouds has been dissolved.
I keep gazing towards the light while the chains digg their way into my bones. The icy metal defines me when the foundation of my existence crumbles.
It's inevitable, I have no choice but to give in. It's out of my control now.
I'm standing right at the edge, but you're not plugged in well enough to see it.
You don't want to save me.