Despair Trigger
I'm thinking I have a disease
Despair has gripped me by my feet
Dragged me down to the cold floor
And used me until I couldn't take it anymore
I found a cure to eternal life
Slower and longer than a rusty knife
But it hits me just the same
Cauterized with a smoky flame
My throat is burning
Fingers turning
Over a lighter and a smoke
And my brow is soaked
How long til something finally breaks?
How long until it's more than I can take?
I'm too exhausted to even talk
I'm being worn down like the smoothest rock
I try to strike the match again
Burned my fingers and my smoky brain
A sudden fear comes back to me
Won't you come help me lose my memory?
It's getting easier
To fail to please her,
My addiction to despair
Is stronger than for air
I'm a victim of my own design
I am my own executioner
I'm a victim of my own design
I am my own worst enemy
Copyright © Derek Chos | Year Posted 2014
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