Close to the end of reality.
Two paces more
I'll lose my sanity.
Already I don't want to be me.
Ready with the trigger.
Itchy trigger finger....
BANG!
Just got rid of who I am
to make room for ....
room for what?
I killed all that was me
all that made me....
I am gone. I am no longer.
I have become the sheep,
headed for slaughter.
"we were born to die"
BANG!
