And I'm alive...
And the faeries dance, in the skies, and I with them...
Watch as they dance in the fires...dance, and burn, and make babies scream and cry...
Make me scream and cry...because they're in my mind. Burning, twisting, distorting..
Those faeries...they don't belong to me. They're not mine, they shouldn't be mind.
Over and over and over again, I hear them, I see them, and nothing escapes me. And I can't escape them..
Too hot now, in my head, in my mind. My shattered, twisted mind, where nothing is sacred to the hands of man. The claws of the Alliance, tearing, ripping, scarring.
And I am helpless.
Helpless to the curare of sleep, where I am frozed, stiff, paralyzed in my own semi-catatonia...
And I am awake.
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