The darkness of my dispair
The bitter taste of serenity
The pleasure of my guilt
The loneliness of peace
The paradise I have built
The weeks feel like days
The years feel like months
Occasions turn irrelevant
Relationships turn blunt
I watch my whole world Crumble
My conscience is not phased
I definitely don’t need therapy
Don’t tell me that I’m crazed
Next week will be different
The lies I tell myself
Addiction is a mind set
I fucking hate myself
The mind a temple
But temples they can fall
It’s time to kick the habit
Or the habit will take it all
The path that I am walking
I feel I am alone
I have no one to talk to
I have no place at home
I scream out loud for help
But only I can hear
If you could see inside my mind
You’d likely shed a tear
And as the days go on
It seems to last much longer
Reality is a fantasy
It’s grip is getting stronger
So as these words conclude
Be weary where you tread
Your love could be the difference
Of Wether I’m alive or dead
The bitter taste of serenity The pleasure of
