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....
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