Like These

Its times like these that are critical,
I’m trying to starve my addictions.
But when the desire is viciously physical.
I forget my morals and lose my inhibitions.

I ran out of life so long ago,
And I’ve been waiting for this urge to fade.
Songs of loathing on repeat play in stereo,
As I dance with the devil on this crusade.

It’s days like these I’m stuck in crisis,
I struggle to ease what torments my mind.
Frantically scouring, I can no longer fight this,
Pathetically I devour any remnants I can find.

I dodge all accountability,
Tossing every excuse I find your way.
Foolishly I pushed away everyone I need,
Clumsily I pretend that I’m still okay.

Its moments like these I can’t catch my breath,
I’m succumbing to it all, suffocating on myself.
I’m tearing my heart right out of my chest,
And still no one hears my cries for help.

I don’t know how I let this all start,
Or Why I watched my dreams get crushed.
Forever lies the pieces of me where i fell apart,
Never to be fixed, no one can ever love me that much.

It’s endings like these the truth manifests,
And the fire inside me is retained.
The devil now dances with my silhouette,
I guess in life or death, my demons were never meant to be tamed.

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