Clearing Thoughts

I'm sick of being fake,
I just want to scream,
I don't want to make that mistake,
I can't awake from this dream,

This dream so real,
Not fake at all,
The pain I feel,
As I fall,

Fall down, into black,
Into my pit of dispair,
I can't reach back,
Because you don't care,

So I'll continue to fall,
Right until,
You can't hear my call,
But you can see the kill,

The death of the inner me,
The death of my soul,
And you still won't see,
My treacherous fall,

But hey, who cares?
It's only Lyd,
The killer dares,
I hope she's not gone, god forbid,

But too late,
I've disappeared,
I've found my fate,
Where my thoughts are cleared.