One day in many

Scars relating to a distend future
Night crawls over day
I am left with myself
To walk with the Devil



Confusion Lord of all Stupidity
But to no such trails
Do I perish
Yet crave for death like a raging Alcoholic
For just one more drop

The need to satisfy my
Hunger for pain
Carved in the bosom of God
And born into hell

And just like Job
I curse the day
He framed this soul inside of me

For now I bear witness
To these baffling idiots
And bestow respect
Upon a discreet few

How solitude has this life become
Cast out into
The ocean of my own misery
To awake from this
Nightmare would be fortune
Yet I realize that this is my reality