(second verse by foxyvixen)
Life makes me think.
Once again, it repeats itself.
I am covered. This mist of frustration seems eternal.
Hypnotized by thy sycophancy.
Hallucination is meditation for me.
Down once more to the dungeons of my black despair.
Down I'm plunged into the prison of my mind.
Down that path into darkness deep as hell.
Stripped naked to my nightmares.
Crushed by the words of sweet guilt.
Covered in a veil of Silverblood, the treacherers raise another toast.
Alas! I face another fevered dream.
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