Filled with self resentment
Arrogantly blaming others for your concept

Win one battle
Like a fool you think you’ve won the war
With false confidence you once again…
Dip the chalice for just one sip
One sip becomes two
Two becomes six then six becomes never enough

You regroup for a breath
To prove you can evade it’s grasp
So you challenge the storm alone
For another round…

Just like all the times before
Your arrogance is the noose
Before you can swallow that next breath
Your neck is locked in it’s grip

Tidal wave after tidal wave crashes over you
Dragging you down and further down
Allowing you come up for just enough air
So you won’t completely drown

Smashing those that love you
Against the rocks of your lies
By now you’re so consumed
Their screams don’t make a sound

The demon is now your guide
A vicious voice of incoherent reason
With no conscience or consideration
Using your fear as fuel
Possessing you body and soul
With every breath
Self-pity and anger are his tool
Shattering the Myth of all that you were
Until your death