AktiveHate - Bipolar
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“I am Castiel
and I am an angel of the Lord!
I am the one that held you tight and raised you
From the grip of perdition!”

I can’t tell what’s the problem
and even less the solution!
It’s like going berserk,
From day to night to day,
Lose my mind and my body
All the way to Hell,
Coming back,
Like being pulled by an angel!

Distress grips my soul
And I still feel the void of darkness...
The rack of hellish torture
Has been set as my bed of nails,

The continuous thorn,
Twisting and carving
Is somehow eternal,
And I just can’t rest at all…

Now I’m harvesting grief, sorrow, anguish
And all those heart devouring feelings
That you can't name.

I am freaking and hallucinating,
I can’t tell if this is real or not…
Divided, dismantled, erased and rebuilt...