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out of time

I’ve made a deal with the devil
who has stooped down to my level
just to make a deal
just to seal
a pact with me
a pact to make a happy life
for those I love
to never make time stop
to those I care about
this is my first shout
to the world about this thing
and soon I’ll cease to be a living being
but NO! I won’t die so easily
I still have to see
many happy faces
and show them happy places
but I am doing everything
to please the devil king
that is by taking my own life
that is by giving him a bribe
of slow and painful death
and yes I have sealed my fate
but I know that he’ll hold up
his end of bargin
he will make time stop
that is by making me walk on thumb-pin
one by one
and as seconds escapes gone by gone
from my life
he is making me do things that’ll make others strive
for that small ounce of happiness
and that those others will escape from that embrace
that they don’t want
and soon all their pain will be gone
just like me
me being a selfish
guy, I’m making everyone cry
right now but that’ll soon be gone
because I must find a way to bring peace home
in what little time I have been given
(ok to be realistic I may have hallucinated this whole deal with the devil thing but it was a reality to me so I will hold up my end of a bargin just like Lucifer is holding up his end of bargin. Yes he is holding up his end. I’m sure of that)
#schizophrenia
-yakaa: jujaa

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