What have I

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where has become

this urge the reason to burn this world

take no prisoners

I want bags in bodies

torn limb by limb with each heart kept in a jar and each dream kept so far

that what you think you see in the sky is a falling star... That's the rest and the best of you

begging for freedom from this madness

from this pain this fucked up misery

mean while we look at the source of the problem as we are staring hatefully in. the mirror

with all sorts of fucked up questions

But then all of a sudden it hits you

had it not been you this wouldn't have happvened

had you not took a sip out of that bottle or smoke that bud you probably would have been sober enough not to panicked  tragic

if only this could all dissapear

poof

and just like magic

all that darkness and hatred built up inside becomes reverted back to you

so now Tue only question left is

What the Fuck are you going to do ?

it's either become the late

or catch someone you envy with even so much as a shrivel more of happiness to rot in your pitiful ditch as they take your place.

I may be under any influence you could name and only be somewhat aware

But u can bet your last fuckin' dollar I have a big enough pair to admit,

If I quit

Every word

Every breath

Every tear

Every year

Every slice along my wrist

Ever drink that I drank

Every joint that I have hit

Every relationship that I have commit

Wasn't worth shit.

Sorry, but if this road of hatred doesn't take me where I need to be

Then this isn't it.

I'm free

Because I'm me