choas + Pain = Life
I find myself once again on the end of a losing fight
The one thing that i wanted, has now passed by
Leaving a crater where i stood, and a shell of myself
The moment slowly is being drained of its once bright enegry
All I can do from above is watch my former self slowly burn like a forgotten cigarette
The ending to this night secures my doomed furture
Where its Me, Myself, and I, no others to disappoint, inturn saving myself
Assuring that I will never suffer or cause selfinflicting pain
Where everything i have has its order, and knows where it belongs
Its like structure, everything has it's place
Every action and atom has a purpose, nothing is done without reason
So as i sit here drenched in a cold sweat caused by words never wanting to hear
Knowing that familiar taste of failure i wonder why i asked, why i cared so much
I have no answer to these questions, only scars from the results
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