Reap my soul. I whisper cruel words
  that only I can hear. I dream in a never
  eanding line of tragedy. disposition
  neckbraced by insecurity. Let freedom
  ring in my ears painfully. And muffle
  this bell with the hand of pessimism and
  render it useless. you can't stop this
  thought like a passing trainwreck it barrels
  through my brain, paralyzing. In this state
  your words become the daggers and I'm
  left bleeding. These wounds of trus I
  know as tunnel vision creates my only
  sanctuary. As hope manifests itself in the
  thought of an end. A lifht. A fighting
  chance. A dying breath. Reap my soul. I'm
  nnot sure I can go on. So drag me down into your world. Replace my heart with your
  machine and see if it still bleeds. Become
  my enemy. My eyeslids become my enemies
  I fight then to save myself from the scene.
  As the groundwork for my nightmares is
  created I stand helpless to this chaos in my
  head and yet the chaos stands beautifully
  now like a carefully designed city of
  conformity. I'll keep you awake tonight and
  I'll hurt you until sunrise in the attempt to
  displace this pusing attack on my senses.
  Drag me down noe. Replace my heart with
  your machine and see if it still bleeds. I'll
  cover my tracks so you can't trace this
  accident to me. Drag me down now.