Inheriting Yourself

You're too far gone for me to step in It would be an invasion of your self-inflicted fate the soiling of my time. On your 39th last try you've drained the system A freight train off rail into the solar plexus of civilization. You've managed to turn the iridescence of love -loyalty and friendship into the Opaqueness of deception and decadence Here you are, a light year beyond your prime. Your angelic looks once gave you safe haven now you're out of charisma and good face a dark fathom below wasted scrounging for dimes. Pound-pound away on the barricaded door if you must the haven has overgrown with briar and thorn You've inherited nothing but your soiled self.