Keep pushing on.
One step forward,
two steps back.
Ignore the stench of your decaying dreams
as they lay in shambles at your feet.
Rip open the self-inflicted wounds and drain the bad blood.
The pain crashes outward like a tidal wave.
Turn your blind eyes towards the heavens and curse your creator.
Bringer of anguish and sorrow
Father of insanity
****** of the masses
Crutch of the weak
**** the omnipotent legend.
No one can help you now.