delete.
Why is this the history I am doomed to repeat?
Back in the shadow of this cloud, I retreat.
Perhaps its time to render myself obsolete.

I've fallen so far from saving grace That I don't know if I'll ever be able to save face.
Am I really just a head case a waste of space
Lost here in such a God forsaken place.
Here bodies have been known to disappear without a single trace
For this devastating impact myself, I brace
Fleeing from my demons that have recently began to give chase
until caught in their clutches, where I smoother in evil's embrace.