Present nightmares paint me a dark reality.
Memories write my book drowning me within agony.
God hates me exposes a pathetic fallacy,
Still breathing with no love, so I see me as dead practically.
Suicide or sinister actions that killed me sadly,
Or maybe the moment I woke up an notice her unhappy.
I would kill anyone who stole her smile so I'll have to attack me.
Betrayed and remembered as a turncoat but time heals all tragedy.
I lost a life and a future since selling my soul to a syringe.
Stop while you're ahead but I have long since surpassed a binge.
Times running out so I'll wait for hell to answer for my sins.
Lease a life to a lost artist when one story ends another begins.
