Hate Myself

infront of the mirror i see a man tangled in his own stupidity a man who's mind lacks necessities in developing stabilty confused, he blankly gazes for days on end waiting for a sign to prove that he's not dead after a lengthy period of reflection and solitude he becomes aware of the cracks he's falling through he measures the depth of every step he fell down the realization strikes him.. his path is hell bound he prays, meditates, begs and cries for guidance but is only greeted with the painful eyes of silence with nowhere to go he is forgotten by time in a never ending labrynth, lost in his mind how could he let himself slip to this devistation? he ignored the vapors of his life and now he smells the frargence it isn't pleasant.. it's bitter and putrid with a new sense of wisdom he attempts to remove it unfortunatelly, his past counteracts his present and he sobs from below peering at the gates of heaven