One of his masks fell off, but a replacement was ready,
Another lie was spoken, but his words still remained steady
hands began to shake, hope began to shatter,
happiness was a question, did anything even matter?

in a room he was locked, with the devil himself,
gateway to hell began to increase its strength,
steps to the beyond became wider,
he began to give up, it was wrong that he was a fighter.

Sweet memories of the yesteryears,
taste of the fine wine,
a glass full of whiskey, a puff of smoke,
smell of fresh coffee began to repel,
The things that were left, he began to sell,
for a price that it didn't deserve, a facade was demolished
it was never reserved.

The hierarchy of needs seems arbitrary,
the existence itself became absurd
his deeds involved nothing holy,
its just a last flight of a dead bird.


forgive me today, forgive me for the mistakes,
forgive me so i can lay away,
forgive me for it was my mistake,
my existence was a probable disgrace