I've been in this stasis for too long. A part 

of this contradiction called life. I'd rather 

be six feet down, cold and alone, than living 

on my knees begging for another breath. I 

fully understand that I've made my bed in 

this grave. 

But I don't think you comprehend what this 

means: the end. So lay me down, and put me to 

sleep. I'm sick of being one of your sheep. 

You are not my leader, not my master, I am 

not your child, I am a disaster.

A wicked turn of events leave me distraught 

and in pain. I have no will to fight, but I 

have everything to gain.

I've been in this stasis for too long. A part 

of this contradiction called life. I'd rather 

be six feet down, cold and alone, than living 

on my knees begging for another breath. Tell 

me whats the point in being apart of a flock 

of sheep. Mindlessly following every order, 

every step til death.

I know that my time has come to an end. I've 

been on borrowed time. So lay me down, and put me to sleep. I'm sick of being one of your sheep. You are not my leader, you are not my master. 

You are nothing. My bed is made in this 

grave. 


My Bed Is Made In This Grave

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