The Inner Killer

fail
fail
fail
fail
fall
and fail again
everything I do
is a facade
a fake
a grand mistake
and I wonder who am i
to bask in the mighty ocean of me
Its all about me
what Ive done and what Ive seen
but I've got a finer dollar to shave
a wider river to enslave
to tame

Tell me songstrist
mother of my nightingale
what should i do
to simply do!
Create a dry heart?
Mark a new start?
because no cloud shows me mercy
no thought of mine is worth rehearsing
for i have sandy eyes
and no tears are allowed
I must subside the raw
and dismiss the concern
for my back shall remain bare
lacking the the shiny reflection
of my taunted dagger.