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Delusional Minds Mar 2015
Is it too late for me?
Is this the only way to be?
Cuz lately all the pain in me is making me insane,
The vacancy,

I can't stand the emptiness,
It's plain to see I may just need an excorcist,
I've dealt with this for too long,
Maybe I'm too far gone,

Too late to be saved,
I'm crazed and deranged,
Flames in my veins,
I need an escape but I was created this way,

Maybe it was destiny,
Befriended with the enemy,
I feel you sitting next to me,
Feels like it was meant to be,

So drink away what's left of me,

You can have my everything-
Owl asks who you are
Channeling "The Excorcist",
turns his neck to see.

— The End —