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[Amnesia]

Dus..
-Agony-
When I look out of the Mirror
I see the roses wither
I see people Shiver
I see Demons Quiver

I Stare in the cold
And then I Feel So Old
There are so much things I cannot handle
I step into this darkness, With only one Candle

For People Close their eyes
for these Demons in Disguise
So they can do their Things
Without leaving any hints

The pain you see, Is real
Imagine for one second
How would it Feel?
to be the one suffering..

The people who do this
And sick an Disturbed
and the Question Is.
Why?

Does It give sick pleasure?
To hurt someone so bad
That they would only wish
That they were dead.

I'm a lucky boy
For having you by my side
and sometimes I wonder,
Would I Still be Alive?

I am not a professor.
But I can see
the man that is causing
all this agony.

I am a mere boy
Who can Rhyme
But this is the Ending,
'till a new time..