Unseen Threats and False Godsend

The silence becomes stronger
Until the shadows begin to laugh louder
Even during the brisk early morning
The fools I once love all start to die

I hate. I scorn. I scream!
To the point where I can't breathe
And I start to have a bad feeling
Of what lies inside my mind

I'll run, I'll hide, I'll cry
because when I look behind
I find my role in a dangerous game
And I find only myself to blame

It hurts, it burns, it stings
Being strangled by an evil nothing
But at the very least
I will finally gain some sort of peace

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