Tormented soul

 blinding of my vision and a foggy haze. Swore to my soul I wouldn't engage. Now here I sit high again and high as shit gets. I even brought with me  what I should've  let sit. Four fucking years and I felt so proud. I'd escaped the hell that I just welcome back around. Temptation of the extremist in me. Was captured long ago but now is set free. Like being pardoned and allowed to walk out the doors. A day that wasn't meant to happen has given birth to new sores. I'm nothing but a junkie living to see another ride. I'm nothing but a tormented soul on a mission to collide. I'm more of a lover than I am a killer. 51/50 and living to see another thriller. The path I was given is pain and bliss as if they first kissed. Had a baby and called it like it is. A troubled and cursed, yet blessed and never worse. Tormented soul that never had a chance to rehearse. Thrown into the script like the director didn't give a shit. And forgotten in the end like the tears that fall to re enlist. Mercy I beg and compassion is urged. For what I know and believe wasn't mine to have splurged. The creator, dictator and master manipulater Should be regretting doing to me like I've allowed  myself to be. I'm just reading from the script, I fucking guess. For my control in this life is nothing short of my best. Therefore blame who ever you want for I have tried. Living like you may know, or like you never could imagine happened to anyone right. Love to my demons, that somehow gained traction. A big fuck you to my angels for getting distracted. I guess life and living have nothing in common. But that needle in my arm is a  reason to be part of the bottom.