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How does it feel?

Is it what you would expect?

Do you feel good for what you have done?

Or do you feel regret?

Just keep telling yourself

It was going to happen anyway

If that’s what it takes to help make you get through another day

Was it worth it?

Do you feel like a man?

Did you feel the reward you dreamt of for so long?

And will you kill again?

If you keep telling yourself

It was going to happen anyway

Then perhaps it will help you get through another day

Permanent delusions

Assures you you’ll get captured

Anxiety and terror

Was not the rush that you were after

You’ve hidden everything yourself

No way you could have left a trail

Somebody had to see you

And all you think about is the chair

Jump to your own conclusions now you’re on the run

Somebody better wish you some luck

The voices getting louder it’s like they all know

No matter where or which way you go

This sickness has ahold of you or is it regret

But either way what it’s too late to fix

Regret the things you’ve done but now there’s no turning back

Reality is both fiction and fact

Exhaustion.

Paranoia

Delusional.

A diseased mind

How does it feel?

Is it what you would expect?

Do you feel good for what you have done?

Or do you feel regret?

Well was it worth it?

Do you feel like a man?

Did you feel the reward you dreamt for so long?

And will you kill again?

If you keep telling yourself

It was going to happen anyway

Then perhaps it will help you get through another day