Every taste bitter, goes down so sweet
It controls me, it is me
It bursts forth from these veins
Terrible convulsions and their mocking laughter
This is all a sick game I must play, and I'm losing
Light not fading away, but snuffed out by a hand I once trusted
The hand that once guided me...
They snicker in the chilling darkness
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Landon
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