My mind is leaving; it sees what the future holds
It abandons me to my insanity
My identity is lost, I do not know who I am, or what I am supposed to be
I revert to who I was a long time ago
Before I became someone of value
I revert to the slave, the mindless rebel
Obeying the orders of my masters without thought
Acting out whatever they put in my mind
Not even considering what I could do
Simply opposing anything and everything but Them
I revert to Their most valuable servant
My mind is leaving
And I question whether to reclaim it or not
Something about the great void of insanity appeals to me
It calls and I long to join it, to be free of my pain, my heartache, my responsibility
I am tired of making decisions, and working, and striving, and never succeeding.
I want it to end
I want it to be over
I am sick and tired of life, and people, and this world, and Satan, and God, and Her, and Them
Is there anyway to be rid of all them?
Is there anywhere I can find peace?

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