Don’t realize what I love I despise
the needle runs my life
it’s my husband
Im it’s wife
slave to the game
ends always the same
no glory no fame
******* lame

Link me to my destiny
my ball and chain in life
this kind of need I have inside
it cuts me like a knife
a cable made of Weakness
everything’s a mess
was it just a test
did I fail
did I pass
all I know is I went down fast
but still I finished last
in this game it doesn’t pay to win
or to begin  
its sin

Maybe they’re right
You are my one true love
My hell from up above
When it all comes down
Nothing else matters
As my brain clatters
And my blood splatters

Who are you
Do I know you
Did I ever
I thought I did
At one point in my life I believed I was  your wife  
Thought you were beautiful
I was delusional
What I let you do to me was  inexcusable
With you I  became usable
Unsuitable,  usual
Beauty became insane
Disdain,   A stain
Pleasure became pain
Slain,  in vain
Serenity was chaotic
Chronic ,  toxic
Content was restless extent
All I thought I knew was untrue
When the lines were crossed
While searching for who I once was
All because ........:
I believed you loved me .

Who is this person I see in the mirror
I don’t have a clue someone I never knew
Someone I don’t like

Doing unspeakable acts
Just so my arms can show tracks

Who is this person I never thought I could be
One I never knew who lived inside of me

I’ve become everything I never wanted to be
Everything I hate

Let’s get this **** straight
Living life on my back serving ***** on a plate
Calling it a date

Is it too late

Can’t turn back time
Can’t undo this rhyme
Too busy smoking that dime
Too tired to hide
Too many tears Have been cried

Time to wake up
Take it in
Comprehend

This is the end
No more pretend

Chauvinistic,
Idealistic,
Gone ballistic,
Be realistic,
I am a statistic,
Optimistic can be sadistic, unrealistic.
Think I’m pessimistic? Acidic?
I’m just specific
For me, you are parasitic,
Made me a critic,
Made my life a mimic the horrific,
But it was all just a gimmick,
Not idyllic.
We’re all narcissistic,
So stop being a critic.
Get simplistic,
Value the mystic, the artistic,
Or you’ll be just a cynic.