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The ship sinks slowly, yet I make no effort to save myself. It's crazy what you've done to me, as you now yell from the boat at me, screaming and waving your arms for me to jump.
I take a step back, and a desperate run follows toward the head of the ship, as everything tumbles and water splashes me everywhere.
It's truly crazy, how I crave my own destruction, how I need my life to be drowned to death, and how your howls to the moon only make me feel more desperate for that fate I now impose on myself.
You're my everything, my savior, my weapon, my death wish, my lonely boy, one that can't seem to stop torturing me with the things I once loved.
I'm your victim, your doll, your lovely toy, the cold beer of the morning, and the soft pillow you lay on at night, one that is tired of being squished for someone else's sake.
So move, move, and let me go. Make me wish none of this ever happened, make me cry bloody tears of happiness and sorrow as you watch from your boat, where the next lonely girl is waiting to make you her everything.
Life has been so much lately, and now everything seems so low. I can feel every fiber of my body screaming at me to stop. I hear you screaming my name over and over again, now you realize that I won your game and that I won't be there to regret it.
So go on, baby boy, go on, I want to hear you, I want to listen to your sorrow and grieve the death of your ego and pride, realizing that we're not the same, now we're not. I wish I could be there to see you, though, just for a second or two.
It doesn't scare me, it strangely thrills me, the thought of death. Such a contrast, as I used to think so much of my death, it felt like a memory, yet now it feels like a moment that will never arrive, yet one that's so close already.
I want you to remember, to look at yourself in the mirror and remember me, remember how you lost, remember that I was smarter than you, and how you will regret it for life.
Farewell, Max. I hope that if we meet again, it will be in hell, where the flames will be hot enough for you to not use me as your pillow.