You write helpless on your forehead in black ink
You throw clammy hands to the sky asking
why me, god, why am I a victim to the demons in my mind?
You receive no reply and you can't conceive the reason
You write "forgive me" on my wall to fish me in
then make me watch while you vomit the death you ingest
and you wonder why I run in horror
You have invisible strings that no one is holding
but you blame your misgivings on dark angels and jesus
on addiction and depression on anything but you and your choices
You make up stories then expect that everyone else should abide
You make fate your puppeteer and faith your only vision
and you enjoy your cave of destruction and pain
so for once just own it
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