My perception is damaged,
With a Rationalized mind,
Only becomes a muse for
the confused.
Watching Scattered thoughts
and blind actions.
Analyzing  the holes I've created
in my young tarnished soul.
Only to find Locked up dirt covered demons,
And  broken prosperous dreams
reside in me.
Down by the river remorse their
rests marked tombstones,
that badly read,
                         "Rest In peace,
                               ******
                    You witty mother fker!"
Its been Personally Witnessed only in silent reflections that heart stopping decisions took me in this direction.
Realizing I'm only fallowing tail lights, that is traveling down the wrong rode. " mark of the beast"route  666