Peep down the rabbit hole

Memoirs of a psychotic narcissist
Vivid memories that restrict
They've been handpicked
Intended to judge and convict
My souls lost
I don't intend to find it
I traded it for some cigarettes
With a cheap fix
I lost the only thing that's truly mine
I seek for answers within
To only find an empty mind

The curtain drops

This dance, it was meant for two
Yet here I am stepping, missing you
Bloody feet, forever truly does exist
Tears evaporate into this red mist
Sometimes I wonder if
Anybodies watching me
Then I realise it's not a
Pleasant sight for them to see
I didn't believe in God
Yet this fear got me writing
Using an uppercase G