A Victim of Myself

a victim of myself the pain within the slaughter is deep there is no soothing for the skin bang the head bang the head where am i i am where i think that i may be dead it may just be a melancholy scare waking up to a gentle wind of rarity today i think not of scarcity life plays truth or dare with me however that is everyday.... so i thank God in Every Way.... after the afterwards i end the day knowing through the helpful hints of reassurance i begin anew continually growing however at times i forget the lessons that cause me to regretfully regret.... ....as a result, i descend to the infamous bottom shelf.... ....once again becoming.... ....a victim of myself....