I'm dying;

Striving to break free,

Of this little world of insanity

I'm plunging down,

Into an abyss of lunacy

Drowning in a dark sea,

Abundant with melancholy

My sanity is slipping,

At the edges of agony,

In this horrid plight I'm stuck in

My silent slaughterers,

Brutal tormentors,

Are within my head,

Each passing day;

A revolution never to end.