I've been single for a while and it's going really well.
Like, it's working out.
I think I'm The One

Hope is not found in a desperate measure
Nor is love found in the flesh's pleasure
Made up of endorphins or abstract ideals
Too much of either, you won't know how to feel

Something within me
Just isn’t quite right,
Edging its way
Right into the light

Is it my fault,
Or is it my genes?
My mental unrest
Is more than it seems.

From inside my mind
This flaw is long etched
Bound and entwined
This bottle; my sketch

These spirits cajole me;
Caress, lick, and tame
Then slaughter my conscience
In shambles, my brain

My epitaph states
If I were to die
Of my lack of control;
An unanswered cry

And where can I go?
This race, can I halt?
The best and the worst;
It’s namely my fault.

Something inside me
Deep under my skin
Isn’t quite right
Diseased from within

Fallen above
The height of alone,
The solitude found
Is what I condone;

Hidden, and silent
Inside my cocoon
My demons and I;
ALONE, in my room.