"Anxiety".

A loaded gun behind the perfect shot,

infiltrates my mind with memories I forgot.

Pills and potions couldn't help ease the pain,

the man with the mask I can no longer keep sane.

And in the bleeding sky I saw,

scars I've encountered once before.

The depth is scary, but I can't look away,

I dive and drown in this red ocean every day.

I close my eyes and hum a song,

trying to outshout the things I've done wrong.

It's a suicide mission to try and win this fight,

so I'll just get lost with the strangers of the night.

On the gleaming tracks I run with no goal,

it's just an endless journey within a distant black hole.

I'm just a fraction of something that could've been great,

but, I know it's too late to change my bulletproof fate.

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