Originally Posted by
noel411
Beads of sweat, dripping from my forehead,
greed has led, to my profits being squandered,
I leave regret, in every town I wander,
I bleed to death, just to clear my conscience,
I ponder the thought, of what brought me to this state,
I might have won an award, for my skill in dodging fate,
relentlessly push forward, like the crest of a wave,
there's too many stories, in my nest full of hate,
too little glory, in the steps that I take,
I can't go on ignoring, the test that awaits,
I detest the arrest of my soul that I've made,
I invest in regret to digress from ritual hate,
deflect voices in my brain, to maintain an individual state,
reject habits ingrained, so I don't regress to traditional ways,
confess to bless my name, but I'm cast away in a spiritual maze,
inject drugs in my veins,
expect to ease the pain, but it's met with minimal gain,
my self denial techniques recieved with critical acclaim,
my lack of self belief acts like a criminals chains,
a disease that leaves me clinically insane,
the struggle within is the epitomy of pain,
move past the last disaster thinking "will it be the same?",
when I progress to the next step of this rigorous game,
the digger of my own grave, pull the trigger, then I aim,
gamble six figures when I've only got a dollar to my name,
search for a gas leak with an open flame,
put me in a grave, lock and chain, flush the key down the drain,
my skin stays clean and free of pain, but I bleed every day.
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