Close to the end

Ive lived this life of torture for longer than I wanted
Cauldrons of regret boil into my depression.
Its a concoction of all I've shamed of.
Days of better into reduction
Its my turn to burn, simmer and wither.


Each passing hour screams to my brain
I'll sit alone completely restrained
Haunted of myself dealing within is pain.


I know I've hurt I know I've caused the chaos
Bleeding orange screaming red my skies burn with all I've lost


Tangle me pull me down, tear from limb to limb
Muscle tissue from bone, skin from my chin Ill do everything
I can so you see I am not him.