I'm on a mission of self-destruction.
Happy with my addictions;
Need no salvation.
Cursed with imagination,
Used to think as a commendation.
Then realised it has no limitations,
Absorbing radiation from Satan.
No marks of mortification.
Won't tolerate invasions,
Or be ready for penalization.
Character assassination, impatient expressions;
Celebration on each month of taken
Showing off relation, less communication
Reason for segregation.
Needed behaviour modification, my soul in rehabilitation
Now, I prefer isolation, a good long vacation;
Far away from damnation,
Searching for a destination.
A place for inner peace, for purification...
The real fight is against your own self
