I am a dark soul consumed by the darkness buried within this world
by its lust yet not by its greed
by its pain yet I don’t feel sorrow
no remorse because I feel I have done nothing wrong
no belief because it’s convenient when I justify my actions
a justification to whom?
one’s self
a reflection that is cracked, therefore it’s hard to stare
in my mind I promote self-hate
but why?
because the hatred of myself is easier to bare than the judgment of others
I walk the path of an outcast
that of isolation
all by choice
I say…
with that decision
along comes drugs and alcohol
alcohol becomes my god
and these drugs my sanctuary
I will continue to curse this world for all my pain while I spiral out of control
for I have no control
of these actions of mine nor their outcome
it’s never my fault
how DARE YOU blame me
for all that’s falling apart