I
slay the beast every morning and every fucking night but they don’t give me medals they just give me pills and send me on my way it’s a wild and torrid wind that blows through my skull and on any given day
of wonder and of peril there will be a fearful
storm I’ve had a lifetime of bastard storms and I demand a reprieve
and maybe stronger pills from the very top shelf
please I have forsaken a peaceful mind to make war with the beast
thinking of the life
I’ve led the desolation I’ve endured and the meagre mercy I’ve received I
feel weary I feel
heavy in my bones when
I brood on all of that and the way I sought nourishment with casual lovers and liquid fire and then those sorry times I was more beast than man when the
madness the sheer fucking frenzy fuelled by my boiling blood raging with pathos and fury would shame me to the core
I am truly tired of the burden I must bear I
could weep and sometimes do when my
heart simply cracks and my brain implodes and I am the most pathetic excuse for a man to ever shed his load but the sickness which afflicts my life does not define my soul
or rob me of my humanity would you dismiss me as a crazy man don’t you ever feel the same have
you never felt alone
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