always too late i would seem, i find myself in need of awareness
a cool and collected second opinion of my own self- conscience
reflected back at me through the lines and the lies i tell myself
i see that i have cut myself off from what makes me whole
i removed the breath i take every morning when i wake
i removed my reason to believe in hope
it was never worth it though it seemed okay at the time
and i deluded myself into believing myself was fine
i cauterized the wounds and the ignorance with liquid fire
and i ripped my sould to pieces before me
i stabbed the little boy that hoped for more
i destroyed my own sanity
all over nothing to show and nothing to look forward to
quite the salesman i am for my own happiness
a bottle and a moment and a word i can't remember
and i am alone as i have not been since i was complete
and the hardest part of every now
is the knowing that i did this to myself
that i put me here
that i nailed the coffin from the inside
that i raped the hope i had held dear for so long
I AM THE BASTARD NEMESIS OF MY OWN SALVATION
i would hate, if hate would help, but hate only hurts
i think I have hurt enough
i think it's time to stop hurting others and focus on who is to blame
to lay the finger opf judgment appropriately
and to rout the wicked cur of this mortal coil
and send him back where he belongs
alone and so far away that he can no longer hurt those
he will always love the most
the ones he alienated
all for a bottle and a moment he can't remember
