Paradox

I went off into the night again; No one forgives me when I have sinned. I am a paradox Leading The blind to believing. They found me Screaming About the paroxysmal feeling. The voice fell off like a spirit leaving; The ash Seeps out of my being. Tell me something wild you did; Tell me something you’d never miss, If you and I weren’t caught up in this. If I could I would do it all again. I was wrong to ever assume; The darkness seduces as it bleeds through, The stitches, the resurrected wound. I opened up again and bled; “Carry on,” is what they said. I hold the gun against my head. And call out to no one again tonight, I was wrong to ever get it right. “Drown it out,” said the voice inside. I don’t care anything about being alive.