Path of least resistance
What a cruel mistress
Hunting for your head
Wanting you to be dead
Stabbing at the eyes
Bringing hated cries
Bite the hands that feeds
Breeding of miseries
True tale to tell
To the ground you fell
Puncture to the mind
No hope to find
Locked within a dream
Being left to scream
Tortured by the hours
Restrained under powers
No choice for your days
As each one is torn away

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