everyone asks the question when they reach their own stopping point.
is there any way out of this place?
i'll do whatever you want me to do.
i'll fight demons to the death or a
swim in the most corrupted river,
capturing the flag atop a reptile.
this mind knows of no way out of
the final loop, just reliving the time
that is thrown back again and again.
leave us to suffer, for interference
will only make it worse. leave me to
my misery and let me live within this
freedom, that no one else can find.