Losing my grip from reality
He entered to the world
Chaotic and nervous all the time
Point Black Shot on the mouth
This is how he enjoyed his every-night
The world he is now is trapping him
He is scorching everything
In search of order
He maintains himself among inabilities
He doesn't want to talk
All those protocols stopped him being himself
I am trying to help him
But he is in search for bullets to blow
He doesn't want to kill anyone
But he wants to maintain a peace in himself
Peace is to maintain his loss
Peace is to retain his abilities
Away from the land of desire and destination
He is holding it again
And he is also losing a grip of reality.
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