Leave me alone...
A dissipating shadow, combined with a vice that has no end in sight.
It picks this hour for visitation’ confined in this life, where a foe dims the light
Because darkness is unhealthy, they’re making sure we don’t win the night.
The smoke affects breathing, but that’s not the reason I’ll choke in this fight,
Paths I can carefully choose, intercepted by irritability when I’m scared of the truth.
Who’s there for you, what looms in this spare room, it’s only fair to assume,
Why I’m prepared for inherited doom, while they dare you to stare at the moon.
I barely knew this “presence”, I had to air out the tomb, like “it’s” wearing perfume,
A fragrance from another world, a stench that haunts this room with a rustic look.
Enough blood to flood the nook, a bond shared, that’s almost like brotherhood,
I consider darkness family, and it’s insurmountable, what the reaper undertook.
I guess you can say I’m up to no good, Mr nice guy would let the devil off the hook.
I tried to be elusive, when there’s no truth, I thought deception would do the trick.
But Satin’s idea of what’s punitive’s lucrative, to the man behind the pseudonym.
I’m comfortable amid the fugitives tutelage, how can I lose grip when I’m used to it.
You outlive your usefulness when the shadow gets so close that it can be a crucifix.
I have to widen the search, dying of thirst for my true desire, the pathological horror.
Astronomical torture, that’s what you require, a list of quagmires in chronological order,
Tied in an awful corner, lost supporters because they think I’m a diabolical hoarder.
Fast forward, after the formula was mixed, a nixed war, the time in hospitals; lawyers.
Memories slip away, then return tenfold’ the judges and the devil took home an even split,
Adding low pressure to my weaknesses, even if they had to roll stretchers in secretive.
Bodied, imagining these grievances, I thought tranquility was immediate if I plead the fifth.
Summon the greed within when I need a fix until memories are just a fleeting glimpse.
You might’ve guessed what lies ahead, a hallway with a trail of blood and spiderwebs,
Dreadful tales of love, like a flight of steps when you’re fat as fuck and fight for breath,
“Okay go ahead, try your best”
Good health will put your mind at rest, so put the cigarette down and sign the check.
You’ll wake up on the wrong side of the bed, diagnosed with an irreversible side effect,
Selfishness kicks in again, the shadow is my slave and it let the bottle get dry as a bone.
A microdose hits like a knife to the throat, and the result of me being sober is a sight to behold.
A slave is a vital role’ and a lot of work, the vices would have to kill me, to lighten the load
Because bar talk only tightens the hold, like a sniper’s scope triggering survival mode
Toxins make the high last longer, so every opportunity to get clean is a bypassed offer.
Last call is only a whine glass altered, maybe that’s why the jury tries to typecast father’s
Everyone’s dirty, but the filth in this household will leave the entire night class slaughtered.
Is being grotesque a bad thing? I guarantee a heroin spoon is cleaner than my bathwater.
So think about the alternatives that existed for me, non required opinions only surface the lie.
Your judgment cuts like a surgeon’s knife, escalating situations when I’m perfectly fine.
Sometimes this world’s soft like a nursery rhyme, why are they fixated on my personal life?
Let me binge on these burgers and fries, because taking from me is worse than the vice.