Sanity's Mask

Feral Horde

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Sanity's Mask
Cripped in this delusional phase
I wither away in my solitary prison of pain
Staring through the cracks in the wall
Where did I go wrong?

My blessed wings have been clipped

Burden of guilt feeds my twisted ways
The ever growing darkness inside this corrupted state
Plunging to the depths of rigorous disgrace
Humiliated, piteous, I know I will descend

Neglecting the altar of truth
I hear the chants of damnation call
Nothing can save me now
Not even god

Frowning at the world!