(Past) Struggle

Been long since I felt peace of mind

A ceaseless struggle is all I find

Too much temptation everywhere I see

What does this world want from me?

Dreams, goals, any potential I had,

Now lost in a crevasse, no longer manned

All that’s left are holes and scars

Piercing my soul, not just my arms

I knocked on the door of agony and fire

To become strung-out, to get a little higher

It’s not just the drug that has me in chains

The needle, the ritual are all to blame

My chariot awaits for the devil has come

To take me away, for my angel is gone

My last burnt bridge that can’t be undone

In hell I remain, no longer God’s son.


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