This Life
This reckless life has been my making,
Like a juggernaut always forsaking......
Others.
As has been my want,
I want it to end but i know that it can't.
Destructiveness! My best form of expression,
I blame depression,
When will I learn my lesson?
I'm not confessing or asking for a blessing......
Of forgiveness.
To help me out of my life mess,
Sometimes.....It all seems so pointless.
My body and mind.....need to be lifeless,
To escape....this destructive rut i'm in.
I'm not a catholic, so it isn't a sin.
I know.....
It'll be a blessing on the people around me.
But what if they found me?
Would they ever sleep soundly?
In their beds again, from what they saw,pain in their hearts and memories raw.
Why should i care?
I'll be knocking at Hell's door,
Enter for an answer so i can even the score.....
with the one.....
Who brought this all on me.
There'll be a mirror in Hell, because I know who i'll see!!!
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