I won't pretend, or defend, what has brought me here
the desolation and destruction, I am my puppeteer
Bridges burned in effigy, and friends left far behind
like a beaten, broken refugee, self pity in my mind
Apathy and idiocy, the wreckage of my past
trailing chains behind, and in my waters, aft
Shed no tears and make no prayers, not on my behalf
hold me as a bad example, set upon a flaming hell-bound path
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 1:59 PM UTC
I won't pretend, or defend, what has brought me here
the desolation and destruction, I am my puppeteer
Bridges burned in effigy, and friends left far behind
like a beaten, broken refugee, self pity in my mind
Apathy and idiocy, the wreckage of my past
trailing chains behind, and in my waters, aft
Shed no tears and make no prayers, not on my behalf
hold me as a bad example, set upon a flaming hell-bound path
It's easy to remember the good things, alot harder to realize condemnation is there awaiting judgement from all the bad ones. As I wane, depressive :D
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